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Damm, just found out about this. Xdd
Some little doodle on marimo's bd
shin always going thru it pt. 2
Geonha is the definition of "Too pretty for your own good"
āI want to win this seasonā
The evil and intimidating snail:
Y0U'VE BENT MY W0RLD N0W 1'LL NEVER F1GURE 0UT WHAT 1T MEANS WHEN 1 SEE 1NFESTAT10NS 1N MY DREAMS
HOLY SHIT EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS. WAIT YOURE SO RIGHT-
i love edgy, subtle rock-phase 20s mic can you tell
also i know no one asked but i like to think that mic lost himself a bit in his 20s. with oboroās death and aizawa dropping off the face of the earth post-grad, mic hits an emotional low, feeling detached from reality and invisible. heās especially bitter about being abandoned by his remaining best friend because, wellā¦. mic suffered in silence too and no one saw it. even aizawa. aha
lil zoomie bc i accidentally made this piece really small :^)
They really made a character like Arthur Morgan and not only gave him crippling self esteem issues, but they gave him confidence so low that he doesn't share his passions with anyone ever.
Like what do you mean Arthur loves to write but thinks he writes like a fool?
What do you mean Arthur loves to draw and is really talented but he doesn't see it that way?
What do you mean Arthur loves the smaller things in life but doesn't feel like he's deserving of good things?
What do you mean there was a whole different side to Arthur that the people he cared about rarely got to see?
What do you mean he lived and died with parts of his life tucked away tight in the pages of the journal that only one other person has ever been able to read?
What a tragedy.
I try to be responsible but my brain just keeps throwing me more shit to draw
oc intro- Walter!!!
Born on an alien planet, a war breaks out between the Love and Wish aliens, causing him to be sent to earth at the age of 3. He is then adopted by a family, when they die due to a house fire when Walter is 12, he soon meets Uranus, getting adopted. (TIME SKIP TO COLLEGE!! CHECK URANUSā INTRO FOR THE STUFF I SKIPPED!!) Walter dates too many people for me to list so uh, Iāll just go over linker & Seito. So Seito makes Walterās life hell, he is NOT good person, and he does some fucked up stuff. He drops out of college sophomore year, (A fight with Uranus being the deciding factor for him) and lives with Seito for a short bit (they adopt Rust). He luckily leaves Seito and lives with Amy, (his adoptive mother) for a few months before going to live with Linker. Then, at the age of 29, his house is once again lit on fire, and he passes. (THERES ALOT OF INFO IVE OMITTED TO CONDENSE IT FYI!)
info sheets!
Hey, so it's me again, I absolutely loved the Teddy fic you just wrote, it was sooo good! Great job! Anyway, you totally do not have to, I just get a lot of prompt ideas and I don't see a lot of writers writing for Teddy so I just wanted to request another, it's pretty similar, but Teddy is a kid and he wakes up sick in the middle of the night and his dad is the one to take care of him. It's a little different but I feel like we don't see much regarding his relationship with his dad and I feel like it would be a really sweet one. No pressure, if you're not up to it you don't have to but I just wanted to send the prompt. :)
Family First
"You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave...?"
[Platonic Son Teddy X Father Doug Pierce]
Word Count: 0.8K
Warnings: Fluffy, Angsty (cuz we know what happens in the film), Mentions of vomit, Vomiting (somewhat detailed), Crying, Mentions of death, and sorta Foreshadowing into the details of the movie.
I do not write like this at all, but I am willing to try it! I normally do only Xreaders, but I step out of my comfort zone every once in a while. So for you I'll try! We don't know much about his father so it will most likely be OCCish. BUT I tried so yeah please don't EVER stop sending requests. It's like the only reason I have been writing recently so thank you! But anyway, enjoy my efforts.
It had only been a few days since Teddy's first break of his kindergarten year. That was his first time being a "big boy," and he was loving it! He got to play all day, they learned some stuff, but they got to go outside and play and play inside too. He loved the trucks, and he told all his friends his dad had one of the firetrucks, and he got to go in one. A small bluff, but his dad said when he was older, he could go in one, he just had to wait a bit. Sadly, the first day of Christmas break he woke up in the middle of the night, with a strange feeling in his tummy. He knew that feeling. He had the feeling before. Many times, before, anytime he had something his father told him not to eat.
He tried to make it to the bathroom, like his mother told him. Really, he did, but he couldnāt stop it. He managed to crawl out of bed and open the door on his tip toes. He walked down the hall towards his mommy and daddyās room and the bathroom. He couldnāt hold it. The back of his throat burned as he gagged. The late-night chocolate milk he had before bed spilled out of his mouth. The brown liquid is chunky and disgusting. A person could only wish it had the same delightful taste coming up. The brown liquid chunks hit the carpeted hallway with a soft plop. After a quiet moment, he finished up. Tears welled in the small boys' eyes. Climbing over the puddle of brown liquid chunks, he tiptoes over to his fatherās room. His mother was out at work. She had kissed him goodbye, now it was only his father laying in the huge bed.
He stood in the doorway for a bit, just standing there. His arms to his side, the small light in the bathroom shone into the room. His father groaned. Sitting up slightly, to see his son, Teddy, just standing in the doorway. He looked guilty. His eyes had tears, and the poor boy was barely holding back. What had happened? So, Doug sat up, āWhatās wrong, buddy?ā He asks worriedly. He didnāt know what happened but if he was so upset, it had to have been something bad. Teddy started crying before crawling onto the bed, staying at the end. āI- i threw up,ā he slurred a bit; his speech and vocabulary were very good at his age. But he still couldnāt say some words correctly. He had been in speech for a while, though.
āBuddy, come here," his father said, pulling him onto his lap and comforting the poor boy. "Itās not your fault, ok? Iāll go clean it up. You just stay here.ā Teddy didn't want to sit there. He felt bad. The boy was waking his father up before the clock on the timer said 6, something his parents had told him ever since he got his big boy bed. He didn't follow the rule. He always followed the rules, thats how everyone has a fun time. At least thats what Mrs. Baker, his kindergarder teacher, says. Still babbiling through tears his father set him on the bed. As he stood up and walked out of the bedroom to the bright light of the hallway.
After what felt like forever, Doug came back. His large frame was in the doorway of his room as he walked in slowly, believing that Teddy was asleep. He was, in fact, not. His tiny frame was on his father's warm spot on the bed. "Daddy..." Teddy spoke up softly, like he was scared he would get scolded. Doug would never. Never ever in millions of years would such. Well, maybe if he stole a car or something, he would never. He sat on the other side of the bed, sliding over the covers over his body as he tucked in the small child beside him. "Yes, teddy bear?" A long silence followed. One that was too long. Uncomfortably long. "You'll live forever, right? You won't ever leave me?" His heart broke for his baby boy. What happened to make him believe that? Yes, firefighting was dangerous, but he would always make sure to get out. For Teddy. For his family.
"Teddy bear, I'll always be here for you. Always. You have nothing to worry about. Let's just sleep. I'll make your favorite pancakes in the morning." That made the little boy smile. After some thought, that was faked. That kid would do anything for those famous pancakes. His mom never cared to learn to make them. Doug was always there. "With chocolate milk." He laughed. "Yes, with chocolate milk." There was only a while notice before that small Teddy fell asleep. The darkness of the room blended with his falling eyelids. Dreams filled with those sweet pancakes.
Sorry, it took so long, I just have like no motivation. Not to mention the erm English essay that I had due that I was supposed to be working on last time I posted. This was rushed, and I hate it, but whatever. It's so sad to think his dad died after he told little Teddy those words. That's why I made him say them.
Smg7 my beloved you're the scrungle of the century
@strange0-0storm
For those of you with the Mr Puzzles plush, I love the face switch feature sm it's so funny
i too would leave important life decisions up to a magic 8-ball
Currently thinking about how much Ford tries to hide his hands a lot when he canā¦behind his back with this stance. Due to how often heās been bullied for it.
And also, how Mabel is one of the ones who Ford feels happy about showing his hands to because she thought they were cool looking upon first shaking his hand, instead of him being judged for his six fingers.
[ID: Gravity Falls screenshots. The first three are of Ford with his hands crossed behind his back. The last two are of him shaking hands with Mabel, and letting her paint a turkey on his hand. He's smiling in both. End ID.]
