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Henry Jr then tells him everything.

@generationsblog

Henry Jr calls a meeting with Brad Jr.

#role play #roleplay #son of henry stickmin : henry jr

[mythreeocsofhenrystickmin]

He shrugged a bit. "Nothing much. How about you?"

@generationsblog

Henry Jr calls a meeting with Brad Jr.

#son of henry stickmin : henry jr #role play #roleplay

[mythreeocsofhenrystickmin]

@hoshi-neko-hikari Hikari's balloon (Riba gave it to her)

#random reblog #kid friendly

[mythreeocsofhenrystickmin]

Molly: Actually it's you who cause to lie to everyone! Maybe you don't deserve to have a heart!

Valentine’s Day Karen (open rp)

Hikari was in a craft room, making valentines for her class.

She loved Valentine’s Day as it was a day she can give love to her friends. And her crush, Takeshi.

She soon finished Valentines and prepped Takeshi’s last. She made his all sparkly and cute. She even wrote, “you’re my cuddly lion.” On the inside. Of course, her spelling wasn’t very good, but she tried.

Suddenly, the nosy and bitter busybody Karen came over and saw what Hikari made.

“Ha! You really think anyone’s going to like your atrocious cards?” She snickered cruelly.

“Hikari wowked hawd on them. And Takeshi says he woves anything Hikari makes.”

“Well, he’s lying. You’re a useless piece of trash and no one could ever love you.”

This broke Hikari’s heart. “W-wha?”

“So do everyone a favor and get rid of these eyesores.” Karen said smugly.

Hikari looked at her cards and was overwhelmed by the cruel words. She picked up the cards and threw them away before running away crying. There was a trail of glittery footprints leading to the supply closet.

Karen smirked, glad she ruined a child’s day.

Tagging: @weirdgayenby @ravensroleplays @hells-ringleader @alastor-the-demon @gorefieldsworld @kingoftherubberduckies @cheerful-charlie-morningst4r @cali-magnus-archives-girl and anyone else who wants to join

#hoshi neko hikari #role play #second cupid : molly #third cupid : luke unicorn

[mythreeocsofhenrystickmin]

hi Skyla how are you?

Pretty busy but overall I'm ok.

#ask riba teresa and justin #ask my other stickmin ocs #anonymous #ask box #asks #the good and bad toppat : skyla #((yay back to the good old days)) #((no drawings but im trying))

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Luke: You heard us.

Molly: Also Takeshi never lied! He's a very sweet boy and you over here just saying false information about him!

Valentine’s Day Karen (open rp)

Hikari was in a craft room, making valentines for her class.

She loved Valentine’s Day as it was a day she can give love to her friends. And her crush, Takeshi.

She soon finished Valentines and prepped Takeshi’s last. She made his all sparkly and cute. She even wrote, “you’re my cuddly lion.” On the inside. Of course, her spelling wasn’t very good, but she tried.

Suddenly, the nosy and bitter busybody Karen came over and saw what Hikari made.

“Ha! You really think anyone’s going to like your atrocious cards?” She snickered cruelly.

“Hikari wowked hawd on them. And Takeshi says he woves anything Hikari makes.”

“Well, he’s lying. You’re a useless piece of trash and no one could ever love you.”

This broke Hikari’s heart. “W-wha?”

“So do everyone a favor and get rid of these eyesores.” Karen said smugly.

Hikari looked at her cards and was overwhelmed by the cruel words. She picked up the cards and threw them away before running away crying. There was a trail of glittery footprints leading to the supply closet.

Karen smirked, glad she ruined a child’s day.

Tagging: @weirdgayenby @ravensroleplays @hells-ringleader @alastor-the-demon @gorefieldsworld @kingoftherubberduckies @cheerful-charlie-morningst4r @cali-magnus-archives-girl and anyone else who wants to join

#second cupid : molly #third cupid : luke unicorn #role play #roleplay #hoshi neko hikari

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Luke: Big deal Karen. No man/woman would want to date you or marry you.

Molly: Exactly you are a really mean person and you need to get out! You don't deserve love when it comes to rudeness!

Valentine’s Day Karen (open rp)

Hikari was in a craft room, making valentines for her class.

She loved Valentine’s Day as it was a day she can give love to her friends. And her crush, Takeshi.

She soon finished Valentines and prepped Takeshi’s last. She made his all sparkly and cute. She even wrote, “you’re my cuddly lion.” On the inside. Of course, her spelling wasn’t very good, but she tried.

Suddenly, the nosy and bitter busybody Karen came over and saw what Hikari made.

“Ha! You really think anyone’s going to like your atrocious cards?” She snickered cruelly.

“Hikari wowked hawd on them. And Takeshi says he woves anything Hikari makes.”

“Well, he’s lying. You’re a useless piece of trash and no one could ever love you.”

This broke Hikari’s heart. “W-wha?”

“So do everyone a favor and get rid of these eyesores.” Karen said smugly.

Hikari looked at her cards and was overwhelmed by the cruel words. She picked up the cards and threw them away before running away crying. There was a trail of glittery footprints leading to the supply closet.

Karen smirked, glad she ruined a child’s day.

Tagging: @weirdgayenby @ravensroleplays @hells-ringleader @alastor-the-demon @gorefieldsworld @kingoftherubberduckies @cheerful-charlie-morningst4r @cali-magnus-archives-girl and anyone else who wants to join

#second cupid : molly #third cupid : luke unicorn #role play #roleplay #hoshi neko hikari

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The three cupids are here in school to make all Valentine a good holiday. Bubblegum Pie went to find the poor Neko while Molly and Luke had a serious talk to Karen.

Molly: Hey meanie how about you go cry and stay single?!? You're ruining Valentine's Day! This is why no one loves you!

Valentine’s Day Karen (open rp)

Hikari was in a craft room, making valentines for her class.

She loved Valentine’s Day as it was a day she can give love to her friends. And her crush, Takeshi.

She soon finished Valentines and prepped Takeshi’s last. She made his all sparkly and cute. She even wrote, “you’re my cuddly lion.” On the inside. Of course, her spelling wasn’t very good, but she tried.

Suddenly, the nosy and bitter busybody Karen came over and saw what Hikari made.

“Ha! You really think anyone’s going to like your atrocious cards?” She snickered cruelly.

“Hikari wowked hawd on them. And Takeshi says he woves anything Hikari makes.”

“Well, he’s lying. You’re a useless piece of trash and no one could ever love you.”

This broke Hikari’s heart. “W-wha?”

“So do everyone a favor and get rid of these eyesores.” Karen said smugly.

Hikari looked at her cards and was overwhelmed by the cruel words. She picked up the cards and threw them away before running away crying. There was a trail of glittery footprints leading to the supply closet.

Karen smirked, glad she ruined a child’s day.

Tagging: @weirdgayenby @ravensroleplays @hells-ringleader @alastor-the-demon @gorefieldsworld @kingoftherubberduckies @cheerful-charlie-morningst4r @cali-magnus-archives-girl and anyone else who wants to join

#cupid : bubblegum pie #second cupid : molly #third cupid : luke unicorn #role play #roleplay #hoshi neko hikari

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@generationsblog

Henry Jr calls a meeting with Brad Jr.

#my three ocs #random post #role play #son of henry stickmin : henry jr #my stickmin ocs #roleplay #henry stickmim collection #gif #meeting #crossover

[mythreeocsofhenrystickmin]

here it is. the gigantic guide to gemstones, for research, gemsona, or any other purposes u need i spent my whole day doing this so ur welcome

#random reblog #gem #saved #not a stickmin content

[mythreeocsofhenrystickmin]

Some of my OCS can be poly so go ahead.

Please reblog this if you’re someone who would be interested in roleplaying polyamorous relationships.

As someone who is poly, there is very little representation of my relationship structure in media/RP, and that’s sort of frustrating. I would like to find more people to rp this type of relationship with.

#random reblog #reblog #not a stickmin content

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Next generation

Henry Jr & Rhianna (Henry and Riba)

Grace (Terese & lover)

Jessica (Justin & Blondie)

#my stickmin ocs #my ocs #son of henry stickmin : henry jr #daughter of riba : rihanna #detective popular queen : jessica #oval gem : grace

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"Hi Hikari!" Henry Jr said smile.

*Henry Jr started to meet Hikari's friends*

- @mythreeocsofhenrystickmin

Hikari smiled and went up to Henry, hugging him.

#random reblog #hoshi neko hikari #role play #roleplay #son of henry stickmin : henry jr

[mythreeocsofhenrystickmin]

There is no way to take care of your own image during war, even if you are a senior member

#random reblog #not my art #henry stickmim collection

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[id: a gray userbox with a black border, and black text that reads “this user is a goth ” on the left is an image of a back heart with a skull./end id]    

#random reblog #the goth stick figure: sherry

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So, okay, fun fact. When I was a freshman in high school… let me preface by saying my dad sent me to a private school and, like a bad organ transplant, it didn’t take. I was miserable, the student body hated me, I hated them, it was awful.

Okay, so, freshman year, I’m deep in my “everything sucks and I’m stuck with these assholes” mentality. My English teacher was a notorious hard-ass, let’s call him Mr. Hargrove. He was the guy every student prayed they didn’t get. And, on top of ALL OF THE SHIT I WAS ALREADY DEALING WITH, I had him for English.

One of the laborious assignments he gave us was to keep a daily journal. Daily! Not monthly or weekly. Fucking daily. Handwritten. And we had to turn it in every quarter and he fucking graded us. He graded us on a fucking journal.

All of my classmates wrote shit like what they did that day or whatever. But, I did not. No, sir. I decided to give the ol’ middle finger to the assignment and do my own shit.

So, for my daily journal entries, over the course of an entire year, I wrote a serialized story about a horde of man-eating slugs that invaded a small mining town. It was graphic, it was ridiculous, it was an epic feat of rebellion.

And Mr. Hargrove loved it.

It wasn’t just the journal. Every assignment he gave us, I tried to shit all over it. Every reading assignment, everyone gushed about how good it was, but I always had a negative take. Every writing assignment, people wrote boring prose, but I wrote cheesy limericks or pulp horror stories.

Then, one day, he read one of my essays to the class as an example of good writing. When a fellow student asked who wrote it, he said, “Some pipsqueak.”

And that’s when I had a revelation. He wanted to fight. And since all the other students were trying to kiss his ass, I was his only challenger.

Mr. Hargrove and I went head-to-head on every assignment, every conversation, every fucking thing. And he ate it up. And so did I.

One day, he read us a column from the Washington Post and asked the class what was wrong with it. Everyone chimed in with their dumbass takes, but I was the one who landed on Mr. Hargrove’s complaint: The reporter had BRAZENLY added the suffix “ize” to a verb.

That night I wrote a jokey letter to the reporter calling him out on the offense in which I added “ize” to every single verb. I gave it to Mr. Hargrove, who by then had become a friendly adversary, for a chuckle and he SENT IT TO THE REPORTER.

And, people… The reporter wrote back. And he said I was an exceptional student. Mr. Hargrove and I had a giggle about that because we both knew I was just being an asshole, but he and the reporter acknowledged I had a point.

And that was it. That was the moment. Not THAT EXACT moment, but that year with Mr. Hargrove taught me I had a knack for writing. And that knack was based in saying “fuck you” to authority. (The irony that someone in a position of authority helped me realize that is not lost on me.)

So, I can say without qualification that Mr. Hargrove is the reason I am now a professional writer. Yes, I do it for a living. And most of my stuff takes authorities of one kind or another to task.

Mr. Hargrove showed me my dissent was valid, my rebellion was righteous, and that killer slugs could bring a city to its knees. Someone just needs to write it.

#random reblog #justin for real #not a stickmin content

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Justin found it funny in the last pic (well more interested).

I’m a huge fan of how rhodochrosite can either look like beautiful pink flowers, like pointy red crystals, like little Barbie-pink orbs, or like meat

[ image description: rhodochrosite in each of the previously described forms, ending with some rhodochrosite stalactite chunks that look like breaded hams and one piece that looks like a raw steak growing out of a rock. ]

#musings #random reblog #son of jorell and olalla : justin