I banned myself from pokemon for five days and it has been
a fucking struggle 😩
3 notes
·
View notes
"Oh, yeah, there’s Olivia Vogel from the class above me. Aw, I told all my friends I had a crush on her. So they wouldn’t bully me."
"Yikes."
"Yeah, it didn’t really work. Look, here’s all the teams! Basketball, baseball, croquet-eh, I was never that sporty. Let’s skip ahead to my class."
"And you’re totally sure you don’t mind me looking?"
"No, no, it’s fun! It’s bonding."
"Mm."
"You don’t have to share if you don’t want to, Bobby."
"It kind of feels like I… should? Like it’s only fair?"
"No, really. We can just look at my pictures and talk about me. I’m great at that, right? Ha!"
"You… are. Very good."
"And little closeted grade-school Linda was kinda cute. In a way. An awkward, insecure way."
"I’m sure grade-school Linda was adorable."
"Thank you, Bobby. Oh, look, here’s my grade! Let’s see, D, E, F-oh, there I am! Aw, yeah, she’s cuter than I remembered. Little baby Linda."
"…Ohhh my god."
"What, what? What’s wrong with your face?"
"Your deadname is Robert?"
"Well so what, what’s wrong with Robert? You know, it’s a perfectly good name, Bob-ohhh now I hear it."
"Why didn’t you tell me-"
"I forgot, I didn’t-it just occurred to me just now!"
"How do you date someone with your deadname and not realize? Do you know how dumb that sounds?"
"Now I’ll have you know, Bob-"
"Short for Robert."
"Yes, yes, thank you. I’ll have you know I never went by Bob, alright! I was a Bert. Or a Bertie. How was I supposed to put that all together, huh?"
"It’s just crazy, is all, that’s crazy. It’s a crazy coincidence."
"It’s a good name! And, come on, I mean it’s not exactly uncommon."
"What’s that supposed to mean?"
"Well, it’s not like you’re a Lorenzo or something. Robert is probably, what, number five in the country? Maybe even number four?"
"It’s my dad’s name, Lin, I don’t know what you want me to-wait, since when did this become about me? I thought we were talking about your past."
"Maybe I’m tired of reminiscing and it’s your turn, smartass!"
"I thought I didn’t have to share anything if I didn’t want to."
"Yeah, well, that was before you made fun of me, so cough it up."
"Well, fine, if you must know. I was a Belinda, so."
"…"
"…OH MY GOD!"
"WHO’S STUPID NOW, BOB?"
5 notes
·
View notes
text (i am aware my handwriting is shit sometimes):
"Contrary to what one may expect, Emmet is well-loved by the children of Nimbasa.
He may not be good at comforting lost children with his words,
...but his kindness and warmth are more than enough."
——
just a little thing i did because i love this man a little too much and the brainrot must go somewhere
also! extra sketch thing:
yea
110 notes
·
View notes
Welcome back!! It's great to see you around again.
May I please request "bargain" with Kurogiri?
“I have nothing,” you whisper, twisting your fingers into the sleeves of your own sweater. You stumble, turning in a circle, squinting against the wild maelstrom of misty darkness whipping against your cheeks. It’s more than useless, trying to find a point in which to look, but you can’t help yourself. Your heart is racing, and it’s cold and this is it.
Your last resort.
“I daresay that isn’t true,” his voice rumbles through you, from the crown of your head, all the way down to your toes, shaking you like thunder. “A bargain with me is not limited to the material. Calm yourself, and think: what can you offer?” Icy tendrils drag down your neck, curling at the last second and whispering over your shoulder. This time, it feels like he is the one spinning you about. There’s a quick flash of gold, a lightning strike in the storm of his spirit, and you stumble again, you can feel the rapid pulse of your heart on your tongue.
“ME! I can offer myself!” You shout, gasping as the words leave your lips. You reach out wildly, as if you can grab them clean from the air, but the bargain is struck. The noise, the storm, stops, and you fall to your knees, sucking down air. A pair of well polished, wingtip shoes tap gently on the cobblestone, coming to a stop just within view. You lift your head, jaw dropping when you find him towering over you, unknown constellations glittering behind him in the suddenly clear night.
“I accept,” he says, voice still full of thunder, and offers you his misty hand.
50 notes
·
View notes
I'm trying to be brave today. I'm gonna go ahead and say a thing about me. Taking up space is a hard thing for me but I'm trying to heal from the tiny box a few bad people put me into.
I'm a multiple-type otherkin. I don't know the right term for it. Or even if my shifts could still be called otherkin as a lot of them have weird specific vibes or thought patterns to them in addition to the feeling-limbs-that-are-not-there-and-never-were thing.
My kintypes are:
dragon that shifts between four body types
kind comforting eldritch-like being
being made of creativity energy
naga/lamius
werewolf
and three unidentified things.
*Second larger set of clawed arms, black and red dripping upwards, amusement gained from watching people get jumpscared
*Small, black, soft, liquid-like graceful movement, finding of hidden places in plain sight, walks on secret pathways
*Humanoid form, color changing eyes, song, arms can fold out into wings similar in shape to sickle winged bird, floating/loss of gravity, Sandcastles are important.
I don't know what people will say to this... If anything at all but I wanted to say these things. Wanted someone to know and perhaps to find some friends. I'm pretty new as far as interacting with anyone else about these topics so sorry if I got things wrong. I'm sure I did.
12 notes
·
View notes