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Dont like this ine as much aa the other two but its my baby milky way so im obligated to post it
headmate or sumthing. its name is Clyde (he/they/it), bruh raise ur hand if you care
Dawg do you ever just wish who you are on the inside would just jump out of you and manifest itself in your style and bedroom and just general energy, but it’s like stuck inside and it doesn’t wanna come out?
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I noticed Suga laughing at Joon twirling in the background 😂😂 Why’s he gotta be so cute?
A sketch. Because I am alive and I do still draw from time to time.
I feel like we've all watched youtubers who just used the same music for their outro every video to the point of it becoming like their own personal theme song. Like if one day I decided to sing "I'm in love with an ostrich a do do do" and someone asked me who made that song I would say Ldshadowlady
Trying to get better at writing!!!
i’m only good at formal emails. i hate this.
if anyone has a request i swear ill try my best and work on a fan-fic!
i write for:
dandy’s world-angst, smut, fluff, etc. no toodles or pebs smut cause that’s fucked up.😒 SPROUT, ASTRO, GLISTEN, AND RIDGER ILY 😍
crk-yea erm black sapphire, dark cacao, wedding cake, and shadow milk are some personal faves🤭 like idk hmo- i’ll probably write them most but i take requests for all. i’m newer to crk so like pls if im ooc tell me 🙏
hazbin hotel-my first big hyper fixation. like… OBSESSED. so obsessed my parents were concerned. 😅happy giggles. i love hh so i’ll write anything for anyone 😀
MY HERO ACADEMIA- this one had a big impact on me i love it ill write for all of clsss 1-A, 2-A, pro heroes/teachers, and villains (aged up ofc!)😛 btw dabi, hawks, and kiri r my babies 🌚
murder drones- not a massive fan but i love V. i’ll write for the most considered characters: Uzi, V, and N. i love khan too (don’t attack me lmao) so yall can expect that👍
idek rn i need to practice writing like fuck my essays i need fan fics to do 🙏 can yall req or smth idfk rn
I've begun noticing a trend for me and it's constantly genderbending only the men in shows so I can make everyone fem and lesbians and idk how else to explain this but uh yeah
Um be in look out for fem drama brothers art in a few days
that post-high moment when you realize there’s no one else to talk about bjm with, it’s not the 90s anymore, you’ll never get a cassette of the original pol-pot’s pleasure penthouse, “fade” will most likely forever be a lost track, and dig! is an 18 year old documentary on a band that no one cares about. why do i always do this lol. i think dead/obscure fandoms just call to me. perhaps it is the universe’s way of punishing me. what did i do in my past life to deserve this
Simple dnd character sketch
this is abt to be an absolutely WILD take but whenever i see this i.n all i can think of is the french cop from penguins of madagascar 😭😭😭😭
(for reference)
This I.N has my heart... like, look at that baby bread <3
Okay big plot hole I notice after ATSV and I need an answer…
So because of into the spiderverse we know that if someone is in the wrong dimension they’ll glitch because they’re autonomy is built for their dimension. So in Spider-Man: no way home why did Tobey or Andrews Spider-Men not glitch? Like do we know yet or not?!!
Hey is anyone else's Hulu on their TV showing a scene from Little Drummer Warners (which was a segment shown in the 49th or 50th episode of the original Animaniacs show) as the thumbnail for the reboot Animaniacs 12th episode in the 2nd season?
(In other words, does the thumbnail for the reboot Animaniacs season 2 episode 12 look like this?):
G1 transformers AU where everything's the same except...optimus Prime's trailer is sentient and it/they starscream-level sass off at prime whenever he transforms and leaves it/them behind.
should i cut a fuck ass bob im sick of my long hair💔
Do you ever just —
like
so I want a bf. But at the same time, I am both a perfectionist and so freaking scared of commitment that I know I would never rush into any relationship or even put myself out there to enter one any time soon.
but I want a bf.
but commitment….
but loneliness :(
anyone else relate??
I got tagged by @lillyyypottah but not exactly but she mentioned me because I'm her fren tag 9 people you want to get to know better (I'm only doing one because I'm an insecure bean that doesn't know any people) relationship status: single as a fucking pringle (but mentally dating Jensen Ackles) favorite color(s): maroon, navy/dark blue lipstick or chapstick: lipstick I guess, but usually neither because I end up licking it off or something (I know, I know, I'm disgusting) last song listened to: Hurricane by Panic! At the Disco top three shows: Supernatural, Friends, How I Met Your Mother top three characters: Dean Winchester, Chandler Bing, Barney Stinson top three ships: Destiel, Swarkles, Larry (ugh) I tag: @emilyisacoolcat or anyone who feels like it because I just realized I don't know that many people
this is the funniest scene I have ever watched
tw: transphobia
“you’re born as a boy or born as a girl, not a fucking fag.”
afab; assigned fag at birth
YES YES YES Miranda and Steve back together again. Balance had been restored and all is right 🏠
Oh Steve I need you so bad I can't hold it in anymore. (He lifted his shirt up for like half a second) Miranda I get you. I really do.
Heheh, Kevin is Funny.
Godzilla does have a point, like let’s assume that Ghidorah can feel hunger… and he’s got no food to eat… would… would he…???
Aaaannnddd Godzilla ruined the nice dinner party…
(Idek, wtf me???)
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!! my lesbian collection is complete :3
Little 15 minute sketch I did. Idk who it’s supposed to be, since it’s from imagination, but my quick sketches usually look much worse, so I’m happy. Sorta reminds me of the face I image for an OC I haven’t drawn yet, so maybe it’s them.
How does one interact with the human species?
'tom blyth' this 'coriolanus snow' that— i'm so tired like bffr have y'all seen lucy gray?? have y'all HEARD her?? she's literally perfect it's 2023 why are we still simping for racist mean stupid white guys???? i'm so done
i had an idea i would love to see from your perspective (you're so good at andreil oh my god) if you wanted to write some stuff about it? i always wondered how andrew reacted when he first found neil missing after the binghampton game (starts pg 235 in the king's men). thoughts? (-- the ttyl blog <3)
omg i literally finished re-reading that scene before seeing your ask skjflsj ~ i hope you like this ! (i'm just realizing that i barely followed ur request and just rambled a lot but that's FINE 😬)
read it on ao3 here :)
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Andrew walked in line to the bus with the rest of the Foxes, mind going a million miles an hour behind his impassive expression.
"Thank you," Neil had said, eyes truer than Andrew had ever seen them. "You were amazing."
Andrew wasn't such a fool for Neil Josten that he couldn't figure out there was something more happening under the surface, something bigger than just an Exy shutout, that he wasn't telling anyone. Something forcing truth out of him.
Neil looked scared.
Apparently, no one else received the memo, because behind him, Matt Boyd kept kicking at Andrew's heels and Andrew could nearly see the nosy smile on Reynold's face. Boyd's voice was drowned out by the cacophony of both jeers and shouts of approval coming from all around them, but he had no doubts that Boyd was fishing for information surrounding his and Neil's "not this" to settle a bet of some sort.
Andrew didn't really care. He was more focused on leaving Binghamton, getting some answers out of Neil, and then kissing him senseless.
Of course, Andrew had no plans to tell Neil of that last item on the list, but he was sure he (and everyone else, apparently) knew anyway.
Maybe not Nicky, though. For all his cousin boasted about having an "incredible gaydar," he tended to be a bit clueless about Andrew.
Andrew's eyes were unfocused, gazing at the bounce of Neil's red curls while his thoughts wandered around nothing at all.
Nothing? his mind mused unhelpfully. Or Neil? Or is that one in the same now?
Shut up, he huffed internally. I hate him.
Lost in his head, it was only until he heard a pained curse from Aaron that he jerked straight and saw the world burning around him.
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Andrew's vision went red.
He nearly would have broken out of line and straight into the tidal wave of rioters had he not noticed the police trying to push back the crowd. He had never trusted the pigs, but Andrew supposed he could let them handle the mess until he'd gotten a chance to check on Aaron at the bus.
He had nearly fooled himself with that thought when an ice cooler sailed through the air and missed Danielle's face by an inch. An enraged shout came from Andrew's right, and he could feel the familiar heat of adrenaline in his stomach that always came when he and Renee sparred.
There was going to be a fight.
No sooner than he had that thought, the crowd around him exploded into madness, nearly running the Foxes over. Andrew may have been ready to throw some punches, but he was not at all prepared for the onslaught of unfamiliar bodies piling on him. Moving around him. Touching him.
Andrew couldn't breathe.
He lost sight of Neil's head in the mess, hoping one of the security guards would bring Neil to safety while Andrew tried to ground himself. What had Bee taught him?
What is your name? Andrew Minyard.
How old are you? 20 years old.
What is upsetting you? Hands. Everywhere.
Can you do something about it? Yes. I can move now.
He felt the glancing blow of someone's elbow on his face, nearly hitting his eye. It was sure to bruise later, but for now, the sharp pain mixed with Bee's words were enough to shake Andrew out of his stupor.
He ducked to the left, neatly missing a thrown shoe and was grateful to his limited stature for once. He kept an eye out for a flash of red, the glint of blue eyes, but seeing that Neil was nearly as short as Andrew himself, the effort was futile.
He'll be fine, Andrew thought. Find Nicky, Aaron, and Kevin, and get to the bus.
To his surprise (or maybe not), Andrew found Reynolds trading fierce blows with someone twice her size, Renee at her back. He caught Renee's glance and she gave him a firm nod of reassurance.
He nodded back, already swiveling to find the rest of his group.
After a few minutes, he spotted Nicky and Kevin huddled together, slowly moving to the edge of the crowd. He caught up and grabbed Nicky's wrist, who jerked away and reared his hand back for a punch before realizing it was Andrew.
Despite it all, Andrew felt a thrum of satisfaction. A few years ago, Nicky had let people beat him down over and over again. At least now he was learning to fight back.
"Oh thank god," Nicky cried, catching Kevin's attention, before his eyes widened. He reached out, remembering himself at the last second. "Andrew... your face, what happened?"
Andrew shrugged. He'd been through worse.
Nicky looked like he wanted to say something, but Kevin cursed loudly and began pushing out of the sea of bodies with renowned vigor.
"It's getting more violent and more people are joining," Kevin said, voice strained. "We need to get out and regroup at the bus."
"Aaron?" Andrew asked. Nicky glanced around a few moments before pointing to his right.
"There!" he exclaimed, and motioned to Kevin to go in that direction. Kevin nodded and they made their way over to Aaron, who was ducking under beer bottles and was nearly smacked in the face by a PSU banner.
"Aaron!" Kevin called, and Aaron's shoulders dropped with relief as he swerved a growing fight and made his way over to them.
Andrew scanned his brother quickly and, after seeing no visible injuries, motioned to start back towards the parking lot. They made their way over to the bus and found Boyd and Danielle standing, the former looking like he'd just lost a fight with a mountain lion.
Danielle was gripping his arm as Abby tended to his wounds, but Andrew heard her say he might need to go to the hospital for the more serious injuries. Boyd looked pained at the thought, but when he glanced up and caught Andrew's eye, he smiled and waved them over.
"Andrew, here," Abby said, noticing his injury. He took an ice pack from her and glanced around.
"Where's Neil?" he asked, choosing to ignore the suggestive look between Boyd and Danielle. Abby shrugged and opened her mouth before her eyes caught on something behind Andrew and she waved.
Andrew turned around to find Renee and Reynolds walking proudly towards them. Reynolds had a mosaic of bruises all over her, and Renee was holding her wrist precariously.
Abby sighed and began treating them as Wymack rounded the front of the bus and finally found his team.
Not the whole team, a ringing voice said in Andrew's head. Neil isn't here yet.
Which was odd, no? He had a security guard in front of him, surely he would have made it here first? Perhaps Wymack had seen him and taken him somewhere. Maybe he was already safe in the bus and Abby hadn’t noticed him.
Andrew pushed past Danielle and boarded the bus, walking the length of it but not finding a loudmouthed striker in its shadows. His stomach became knotted with a curious feeling he slowly identified as dread.
Andrew was at the door of the bus again. He looked at Wymack.
"Where. Is. Neil." he demanded. He saw Wymack's confused expression and before he even said anything, Andrew felt his heart stop.
"I don't know. I thought he was with you."
Reynold's knowing smirk gave way to uncertainty as the rest of the Foxes quieted. There was silence for a moment. Two.
Then Andrew threw his ice pack on the floor and raced back into the heart of the riot.
«««———»»»
He ignored the shouts coming from behind him, his mind an endless loop of Neil, Neil, Neil, is he safe, has he been hurt, he was supposed to be nothing, NEIL
After a few minutes of searching and more than a few near punches, the police finally regained some control over the situation and Andrew was able to scour the grounds for any hint of where Neil might be.
He saw the racquet first. The duffle bag was a few meters away from it.
Numbly, Andrew picked up both items, grabbing Neil's phone as it fell from the netted side pocket.
0, it said.
Andrew felt a piercing emptiness when he saw Neil's things without their rightful owner beside them.
He slowly walked back to the Foxes' bus, head pounding but unable to really register the dwindling fight behind him. And when the Foxes finally came in view, he saw the confusion on their faces when they saw no Neil walking with him.
Andrew mentally ran through everything that he knew. Neil was scared. He was running from someone, someone Kevin knew about? A zero on his phone from an unnamed number — a countdown, perhaps. He would never leave his things unattended, so maybe he wanted to tell Andrew he had been taken unwillingly, knowing that Andrew would never leave without him.
There was something he was missing, some vital piece of information that Neil hadn't told him that was causing this mess.
The guilty look on Kevin's face told Andrew everything he needed to know. He knew something.
He dumped Neil's things on the ground by Wymack's feet, mentally assessing himself. His cheek throbbed, each breath he took was sticky with sweat, his heart was pounding.
Neil was gone.
Andrew felt such a blind hot rage at that, the likes of which he hadn't felt in so long, the type where he felt like laughing at how cruel the world could be.
And before he could tell his body to stop, Andrew's hands were around Kevin's throat.
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"Shit Andrew! You're hurting— " "Andrew, stop— " "Get off of— "
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Andrew couldn't remember what happened after that, not immediately at least. It was a bit disorienting, going from a perfect recollection to being so overrun by anger that his mind went blank. Was this how everyone else felt all the time? He felt like someone just took out a Jenga piece from his mind, like it was close to collapsing.
Distantly, he recalled being yanked off of Kevin as he gasped some explanation about a mob boss, Kengo's right hand man, Nathaniel Wesninski. But none of it mattered. Andrew had broken his promise. He had hurt the person he had vowed to protect, just like so many had done to him.
And he still didn't have Neil.
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Neil used to make the emptiness a bit fuller, a bit easier to manage, Andrew thought. It felt so impossible to navigate himself now without Neil by Andrew's side.
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There was a hospital. A hotel. There were FBI agents. The news turned on. Off. On. There was another hotel. Handcuffs. Taken away.
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There was Nathaniel Neil. Standing in front of him. Blue eyes, wild hair, bandages unable to hide how irresistible he was, unable to stop the jolt in Andrew's heart.
There was Neil. And everything felt right again.
the sketch was made somewhere in march and i was like 'not gonna let free content slip away' (this is such a passion piece i honestly love tgat miku figure its so aesthetically pleasing)
just saw the little bits that werent properky colored oaaggahh i mean its ok if you look from afar
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