@justanotherdumpingground asked for m!mc x aiden! Sorry I couldn’t find the beach outfit. Happy pride! 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
Ko-fi // Twitch
@justanotherdumpingground asked for m!mc x aiden! Sorry I couldn’t find the beach outfit. Happy pride! 🏳️🌈🏳️🌈
Ko-fi // Twitch
i’m debating taking a creative writing course next year (i have to apply to get in) and i’m not sure if i should???? fuck someone help
whenever i write anything ever it ends up at least 8x the length i planned it to be. it's a consistent statistic at this point
when he doesn’t believe in covid😍
Finished pages for the italian project for my comic school
Day five submission for @wammyweek 2021!
Title: That Time When Mello Tried To Kill Near (With A Plant)
(we all know something like this happened at least once lol)
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Mello’s fist clenched the test paper, crumpling it. One point. One stupid point, and he had fallen into second place. Again. This was getting infuriating. All his hard work, and for what? He had even foregone Saturday morning cartoons in order to study for this dumb test. Worse, his favourite show, Horrible Histories, had been on the BBC children’s channel, and he’d missed it. All so he could lose again to that stupid new kid.
That was the name they gave him. Near to what, Mello didn’t know. Maybe the nearest to being the next L, which was totally unfair, because Mello wanted to be the next L and everyone knew it. He had called dibs on the position ages ago, but Near was ruining everything, and didn’t even seem to respect that Mello had called it first.
“I don’t believe that’s how this works,” he had said when Mello had informed him of the sacred rule of calling dibs, and how Near couldn’t be L because according to the rule, Mello had gotten there first and had said it aloud first and everyone knew that whoever called dibs first was the winner.
And worse of all, Near didn’t even seem to care about being the next L. Well, he didn’t seem to care about much of anything, beyond the heaps of toys the orphanage’s staff had bestowed upon him. All Near ever did was sit inside and play with his stupid toys-- toys which were totally for babies, Mello thought. Stupid, whiny babies. He had been banned from the play area whenever Near was in there, after a few incidents regarding Lego pieces being repurposed as projectiles that somehow always managed to hit the white-haired boy in the head. Not that Mello cared. He was eight years old now, and way too mature for foam blocks. He and Matt had moved onto cool stuff, like Pokémon, Yu-Gi-Oh! cards, and Bionicle.
Read the rest on ao3!
I truly wish my academic career wasn’t a family business ngl
gonna pretend this was how the short story ended
a really weird memory/rant thing that you don't have to read lol just want to get it off my chest
so like every irish countryside kid, all of my education took place immediately next door to churches, education and religion was hand in hand, priests and nuns could just walk into the middle of classes and we'd be expected to sit and listen to them (even when we were doing our leaving cert year?), and my parents took it another step by sending me to a convent. each year we had like these period health talks, all well and good, we'd get a box with some pads and pantyliners (they took out the tampons cause those are "immoral", i had to organise the boxes one year and that was my job i was so confused), but then we had a more sexual health talk (homophobic i shit you not 'now girls, john is bisexual, so he sleeps with men and women, and you don't know what he could be carrying' i'm all for condoms and safe sex but why phrase it like that? just say john sleeps around) anyway, a girl in my class asked how to properly put on a condom- makes sense we're talking about condoms- and my vulture vice prinicipal stopped the talk cause 'it was getting inappropriate'
gotta love the catholics, some great logic there.
at the end of the day, i'm pretty lucky for what education i did get and i know that, and even if the sex education was shit at least it was something, but it just leaves an acky feeling to this day idk
Ugh weird question, because I can’t stop thinking about this concept, but I also have trouble wording it:
Say your characters are dealing with the type of magic feller that can mess with their minds, and the feller in question makes an illusion of the character’s perfect world. Which kind of reflects their deepest desires and all that. Since it’s an illusion, there’s not really any logic to it, so they could have anything.
So what’s the perfect illusion created for this character? What are they doing in it? What’s happening around them?
And more importantly, how do they get out of it? How do they realize this isn’t real life?
BRO SPOILERS IN THE TAGS IM SANGRY (SAD AND ANGRY) I HATE IT HERE
I just finished Control and uhhh was anyone gonna tell my ass this was basically a SCP inspired game??
Anyways, this was my favorite quest just from the visuals alone, oh my god:
I found a way to cope with my anxiety a little bit.
Today at school, events from the day caused me to have an anxiety attack right before an English exam. My teacher let me go outside to calm myself down, but I still felt this sense of dread when I sat down to take the exam.
The exam was supposed to be creative writing and I thought I wouldn't be able to concentrate after what had happened, but it turned out I could still write well. It felt nice to tune everything out and just transfer myself to a completely different world.
I understand this coping mechanism won't be for everyone and you still feel a little drained afterwards, but creative writing helped me a lot and I thought you guys would want to know this :)
Long overdue secret santa gift for @garyoaksuggs . I am so sorry that it took so long and this was the best I could do.
To @feranelia , I owe you an apology too. I’m so sorry.
“You sure this is the right way Gary?”
“Of course I’m sure, I was here with Gramps just yesterday. The nest should be just a little further up ahead.” Gary held his torch up a bit higher as he and his companion continued making their way through the cave.
“Oh man, I can’t believe I’m going to see a real dragon up close,” Ash, ever the adventurous one, had been ecstatic when his boyfriend had told him about the recently hatched dragon eggs. The two had dreamed of being the greatest dragon trainers the world had ever known, and this could be the next step towards reaching their goal.
Gary couldn’t help but find Ash’s excitement to be adorable; it was for this reason that he had even told his partner about his findings, despite his grandfather warning him to keep it a secret for the safety of the village. Even so, he knew Ash had a habit of rushing into things without someone to guide him, and worried about him still finding out somehow and exploring on his own. It was dangerous to go alone, and since Gary lacked any sort of magical weapon to lend Ash, he thought it best that he go along with him.
The two teens stayed close to each other as they ventured further into the cave, the excitement still burning within them, but with a spark of uneasy also being lit within them. Deeper and deeper through the dark tunnels they went, and they couldn’t help but notice how silent it felt. Perhaps the dragons were just fast asleep, they tried to convince themselves as they prepared themselves for their arrival at the dragon’s nest. However, they never could have been prepared for the scene that they had stumbled upon.
The two large dragons appeared to be still and unmoving, far too still even for them to just be sleeping. Upon closer inspection the boys were able to identify the numerous wounds and scars, many appearing to be recent. Ash took a few steps forward and nearly tripped, if it hadn’t been for Gary there to catch him just in time.
“Careful,” Gary scolded quietly, but Ash’s gaze had been fixated on something in front of him. Gary followed his line of sight, and had seen what caught his attention. Something bright and colourful appeared to be partially hidden by the dragon’s limbs, as if they died protecting something valuable to them. Slowly and carefully, Ash slowly stood upright and carefully crept towards the nest. Gary followed close behind, and together they noticed upon closer inspection that there were two objects that were fairly large in size, almost as large as their heads.
“They died protecting them,” Ash commented sombrely.
The boys looked at each other, then back at the eggs. Without a word, Gary leaned forward and grabbed one of the eggs.
“What are you doing?” asked Ash.
Gary handed the egg over to him, and Ash made sure to hold it carefully as he was afraid he might drop it. Gary reached forward and grabbed the second egg, cradling it close to his body.
“It’s obvious that we can’t just leave them here,” Gary said, looking down at the egg he was holding. “I doubt they would be able to survive on their own, and who knows how long they’ve been alone in here?”
Ash looked down at the egg he held in his own arms, then to the one Gary was holding, then to the dead dragon still lying in the nest.
“I just wonder who or what could have done something like this?” Ash questioned, his voice cracking slightly as it rose in volume and as tears began to form in his eyes. “To kill a dragon in its own nest, and just leave it all behind? Why would anyone do this?”
Gary opened his mouth to respond, but stopped himself the distant sound of wings flapping could be heard. Both boys’ eyes widened in fear as they looked towards the way they had came as they realized the sound was growing louder, and whatever was making it was coming closer.
Without a single word of warning, Ash grabbed Gary’s hand started running into the nearest tunnel in hopes of getting away from the danger that was coming. Gary held tightly, both to the egg and to his partner’s hand, and ran as fast as his legs could carry him as Ash led the way. Together the boys ran through twisting turns all throughout the cave, looking all around to make sure that they weren’t being followed. Unfortunately, this meant that Ash had not been looking as he slipped and just nearly fell off the edge of a cliff. Gary nearly fell over from the sudden drop, but kept a firm grip on Ash’s hand as he planted his feet firmly into the ground. Gary struggled to pull Ash up from the edge of the cliff, his feet slipping slightly and nearly causing him to lose his balance. Ash tried with all his might to pull himself up, but was unable to keep a proper grip on the egg at the same time. When he thought he could reach, he lifted the egg above him and shoved it over the cliff’s edge, giving just enough force to roll it to safety but not enough that it would launch through the air and possibly shatter. With that out of the way, Ash was able to properly grab onto Gary’s hand and use it to climb up the cliffside and bring himself over.
Right as he had made it over, Gary had also used a final bit of strength to pull him over and so Ash had ended up toppling on top of Gary, the egg he was holding being held out of the way at the last second as to not end up breaking it. They laid there for a moment, catching their breath as their adrenaline levels decreased. After a few seconds, Gary sat up and held Ash’s face in his hands.
“Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.
“I’m okay, are you okay?” Ash asked back, with the same level of concern.
“I’m okay,” Gary answered, and lightly pushed Ash off of him as they both stood up. “Okay, I’m okay, you’re okay, the eggs are okay, we’re okay, let’s get the heck outta here.”
“Right.” Ash picked up his egg, inspected it over to ensure there were no cracks, and together the pair swiftly yet carefully ventured out of the caves, staying close to each other and keeping an eye on their surroundings so as to avoid any more incidents. After some time had passed, they finally found their way through to exit the cave, the bright sun shining down on them from above.
“Thanks for saving me back there.”
Gary smirked softly. “Heh, just ‘cause you were clumsy enough to slip doesn’t mean I was gonna go down with you.”
Ash glared at him, and lightly punched his arm.
Gary chuckled, then stopped in his tracks to properly face Ash as he spoke softly, “There’s no way I could have left you hanging and possibly fall to your death. I love you too much to go on without you.” Then he leaned his face closer, and kissed him.
Ash kissed back, and giggled slightly when they pulled apart. “Love you too, Gary.”
They grabbed onto their hands, being careful to still have proper holds on their eggs, and together made their way back to their homes in the village.
hazel working in a veterinary clinic when she gets older
GUESS WHO GOT INTO GRAD SCHOOL
there's this scene which just popped into my head and it's v casual, just Hala and Kriya hanging out, and it made me remember the whole aspect of their dynamic that's like "yes we both have secrets. yes we are both aware that we have secrets. yes we are also aware that keeping secrets like this is often necessary. I do want to know your secrets. I do want to tell you mine, because I trust you. it will all happen in due time, and again, I trust you."
and like.... that is present in the scene presently living in my head, but also "yeah none of that really matters in the moment. I'll simply watch you being almost perfect, but not quite, and it's this mix of amazingness and vulnerability and I can actually relax now wow"