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Okay not his bday but one banner someday will be sad and depressing

i hope xavier’s bday banner is sad and depressing

I don’t remember what I was gonna add here :I

Ok this one needs context because I bet ya people will take it really really weirdly <:v

As much as I relate to doof

I relate to phineas too.

Because I have a friend; slightly verbal, autistic (we’re both getting to their diagnosis.), been there for me since day one.

I’ve known this person for ages my trail my lead my rock and I guess my closest I’ll ever know.

And I see them as anything. Everything I guess!

They like the colour purple so it’s the reason why I gave ferb purple glasses-. Since well it’s my friend. And I find it stupidly embarrassing how much I project on characters and see my friend in a couple characters like Kirby or..stupidly..ferb.

FYI; I did this in like photos these are photo drawings not procreate drawings

[please do not take any of the pnf serious I just cannot draw me and my friend rn {circles are hard}]

The “kicking” in question was me telling him he downgraded. Contrary to the message above, he made sure I was aware then exactly how much I’d hurt him by hanging up on me twice and reminding me what a good man he’s been to me despite the fact that I am a horrible person.

My comment was petty, I’ll admit that. Other than that, though, I did what he loves: stroked his ego.  Keeps things peaceful, and yet, I got to wake up to this last week.

Sooo i may have projected a lil too hard onto my self-insert..

“But still. Being bad feels so much worse and more deserving of punishment when she does it. She doesn’t really think that anyone else in the group deserves to be hurt when they’re bad. But there’s a nagging voice in the back of her head that speaks up when she’s not perfect, when she’s bad. 

And it’s like she’s lost something somehow. Like annoying someone just once is unforgivable and she’s lost her status as someone sweet and obedient. Someone that people might even like.

She hates making people mad.”

I love and adore haruhi fujioka they came of as nonbinary/transmale to me. reading fun fics about them feel weird when the author has them identify as female I still enjoy the fic but still it gets on my nerves a bit. they were a big part of me figuring out my gender I'm making fan art and I just wanna give him some top sugary scares ❤❤❤

New favorite thing is drawing Camilo with my stims and tics, aka projecting

Head twitches and hand shakes are common stims and tics for me

❤️Stick(ers) with love❤️

🎨🦋A Welcome Home fan fic🌸🐛

Summary: Wally wants to hang out with his friends on a warm summer day, but he worries over picking the pilings off his fleece skin

Word count: 1,396 words

Characters involved: Wally Darling, Home, Julie Joyful, Frank Frankly, Howdy Pillar

Contents:

Dermatillomania (portrayed via fabric piling and cotton)

Fluff :D

Helping friends

Compulsions

Additional art at end jumpscare lol

Notes: This is my first time putting one of my fan fictions actually out in the world sooo any constructive criticism is appreciated. This is somewhat based on my own experiences with dermatillomania, and honestly I just kind of wanted some kind of outlet to share how I feel about it sometimes :,D

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Wally had woken up a little bit later than usual, but nothing would deter from the smiling summer day that the neighborhood had today. Home opened up one of its windows to let Wally have a nice breath of the morning summer air, and a small wave of heat rushed inside as Wally happily sighed. Crossing his arms over the windowsill, he felt something on his arm that had been unconsciously bothering him for months now. It seemed to have been piling from his fleece skin coming up again for Wally. It didn’t seem to bother Wally for the time being though, but Home was always concerned over Wally picking at the pilings. The piling picking would sometimes go to the point Wally would pick too hard and bits of his cotton insides would peek out.

Home warned through the creaking doors and floorboards for Wally to not pick at his arm this time around if he wanted to go outside with short sleeves today. Home also warned that he would dig too deep into his skin again and ruin his arm; “it’s done enough scarring to your beautiful skin already, Wally” Home creaked, pointing to the very tiny seams Home had to patch for him. Wally didn’t seem to fond of the idea of wearing his cardigan on an already warm day, but he didn’t seem fond of picking at his skin either, so he decided to wear his cardigan over a shorter sleeved white button up. Wally was going out to Howdy’s Place with Julie and Frank for smoothies and milkshakes, so Wally was more than eager to go outside and play.

After showering and preparing his hair, Wally was all dolled up to go and hang out with his friends. Wally stepped outside and waved goodbye to Home before going on his merry way. Although there was a nice breeze every now and then, the summer heat made Wally feel like he’d turn into butter if he didn’t find anything to cool him down. As Wally made his way to Howdy’s Place, he decided the cardigan was too much for him, and wrapped the cardigan around his waist. The summers heat felt so much better on Wally now that he didn’t have his wooly blue cardigan to retain heat.

The bell inside Howdy’s Place’s door gave a nice ring, and Wally stepped inside to see his friends waiting for him. Wally sighed and wiped the droplets of sweat off his forehead before sitting next to Julie. The three got Neapolitan milkshakes, but separate. Wally got a simple strawberry milkshake, Julie got a double chocolate milkshake, and Frank got a plain vanilla milkshake. Julie paid for the trio’s drinks, and thank the stars that Barnaby’s joke lessons are working out finally for her. After Howdy and the trio had quite the laugh from Julie’s jokes, Wally, Frank, and Julie happily enjoyed their milkshakes. While Julie yapped on and on to Frank about her summer plans, Wally once again crossed his arms as he happily enjoyed his milkshake. Whether he was aware of it or not, Wally felt the pilings on his arm again, and started to pick at it.

It didn’t hurt, but at the same time it did. It felt as if Wally was pricking his arm with a somewhat dull sewing needle all over his arm. He wasn’t doing much else while his friends talked and Howdy managed the store, but his focus was still on drinking his milkshake, so why was he picking at his skin? Perhaps it’s a need for perfection. How else was he going to get his arm smooth again from the piling? Wally didn’t feel exactly bad for doing it, but at the same time he did.

“Wally, are you doing alright there?” Frank asked as he looked over to Wally. Blinking from his state of thought, Wally looked back over to Julie and Frank. “Oh, yes! I am doing well.” Wally exclaimed monotonously. Wally uncrossed his arms, but still held onto his one arm that had all the piling, rubbing his thumb against it all. Julie tilted her head to side to take a look, and took note of how Wally rubbing his thumb against his arm. “Is your arm ok Wally? Can I see?” Julie asked curiously. Wally looked to the side in thought, and considering he can’t exactly hide his arm now that Julie’s curious about it. Julie holds her hand out kindly to Wally, and Wally allows Julie to see his arm, continuing to look away reluctantly.

Julie took a closer look at the pilings in an odd sense of curiosity. It seems like rainbow monsters like Julie haven’t been through anything like this before. Frank looked over from where he sat as Wally took back his arm to go back to his milkshake.

“You don’t have to be ashamed of it Wally.” Frank comforted to Wally. Wally looked back up from his milkshake to look at Frank, surprised at the words they had to say. “It’s something that’s compulsive to you, right?”

“Compulsive?” Wally asked as he tilted his head in question.

“Something you tend to do on repeat, regardless of how often you try to control it.” Frank explained calmly.

Wally understanding what the word meant now, he nodded his head a bit sadly, knowing what Frank described fits to Wally’s picking. “Hm…Well, you don’t have to feel sad about it!” Julie exclaimed to Wally.

“I don’t?” Wally asked.

“Not at all! If all that describes something compulsive, then that should mean that Frank and I’s flappy hands are compulsive too!” Julie said excitedly.

Wally and Frank laughed to Julie’s enthusiasm. “Well, you aren’t wrong in that sense Julie, no. Though it’s different to what Wally’s compulsions are, that being his skin picking.” Julie looks to Wally’s arm, then back to Wally.

“Does itttt..hurt whenever you pick at your skin Wally?” Julie asked curiously.

Wally shook his head no.

“It hurts, yes, but it only feels like a pinch every time.” Wally explains in his usual monotonous tone.

Julie tries to get an idea after learning this new information, and spins around on the barstool seat while sipping her milkshake. Glancing at the rack of sticker sheets Howdy has in his shop, the lightbulb flickers in her head with an idea. She quickly got down from her chair, grabbed a sticker pack, and went back to her seat.

“Hey Howdy! How much for the stickers?” Julie asked as she waved the sticker pack in the air.

“One joke per pack, Jules!” Howdy answered.

“….Well, whatdya call a sticker that’s always late?” Julie asked Howdy.

“Hmm, I dunno Jules, what do you call a sticker that’s always late?” Howdy questioned back.

“Stick around! It’ll show up eventually.” Julie answered.

Although it took a couple of seconds for Howdy and Frank to catch on, it was a holler and a half once they got the joke (Wally laughed, but he didn’t quite understand). Howdy wipes a tear from his eye from the laugh and settles down. “Oh boy, alright you won this one Julie. Now, whatdya need those stickers for anyway?” Howdy asked a bit puzzled.

Julie demonstrated by putting a sticker on her face, and slowly peeling it off. “I think that since there’s a little itty bitty bite of hurt whenever Wally picks at his skin, Wally can put these stickers on his arm! That way when he tries to pick at his skin, it won’t hurt as much!” Julie prompted. Wally and Howdy were bedazzled by the idea of using stickers on Wally’s arm to pick at rather than his own skin. “The peeling of the stickers could give the same stimulation Wally gets from digging into his skin to get the pilings off of him! Not a bad idea Julie.” Frank admitted.

Julie gave a little flappy hands to Frank’s approval of the idea, and turned to Wally for a true test of approval.

“What do you think Wally? Does it sound good to you?” Julie asked excitedly.

“That idea sounds like the absolute most! I think we should try it!” Wally said as he gave a happy nod in yes.

Julie jumped in joy as Wally said yes to her idea, and Julie, Frank, and Howdy all helped to cover Wally in as many stickers as he wanted.

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I’ll probably draw some art of the ending too where Howdy, Julie and Frank are putting stickers all over Wally :3

OH BOY.

I will rewrite your fate as writing on the wall.

Based on Writing on the Wall Ver. Alhaitham by Lia. (Original by Will Stetson)

andre answering his home phone and having to hear the worst news he’s ever received in his life.

cal committed. he didn’t wait until zero day. he didn’t warn andre. he didn’t do it with andre.

when andre hears the news, he drops the phone, listening to the plastic break as it hits the floor. he looks at the kitchen table, in his back pack, and in his jacket, but he cannot find his keys anywhere. fuck it. andre opens the door and begins running to the gabriel house.

his legs are sore from track and workouts, but andre can’t feel them. he feels like he’s flying. he’s getting too close to the sun, burning and burning until his wings completely melt.

when he gets to the gabriel house, about eleven blocks from the kriegman house, cal’s siblings are sat in the yard with some police officers while his parents are stood in each other’s arms while talking to another officer. his mom looks destroyed. his dad keeps glancing at the front door, waiting and hoping for his oldest son to stand up and walk out, begging for this entire thing to be a joke.

andre runs past them; he pushes officers away from him and almost punches one square in the nose. he makes it into the house and into the hallway that holds cal’s room. he can see inside. there is blood everywhere. cal’s face is destroyed.

despite all the destruction, andre swears he can feel cal’s heart beating, even from a distance. he feels it in the floor, in his chest, and in his head. he can hear it louder than his own heart.

after all of his running, andre collapses. his knees hit the ground with such force that they might break. he curls into himself, holding himself in an embrace that is impossibly tight.

the only things that stay still are andre’s eyes. everything else is moving around him and he’s shaking, but his eyes are still trained on the boy on the ground in front of him. the sight burns itself into andre’s brain. andre begs himself to look away, even clawing at his cheeks, but he genuinely cannot. it is horrifying.

in the moment, no one knows that andre will soon follow cal’s fate. they don’t know that the boys will share a wake. they don’t know that they will be buried next to each other only days apart.

I’m kind of the Alastor of my friend group. Case in point:

1.) I don’t own a TV, and I don’t plan to buy one as I don’t like watching TV that much

2.) I’m into vintage fashion, and I go out of my way to dress like I’m from my preferred decade (1950s in my case. I just really like 1950s fashion)

3.) I disappeared for several years and no one knows where I went or why (The real explanation is that I lost contact with my old friends and then we reconnected. I haven’t told them the full story as to why I disappeared because it’s kind of traumatic for me to talk about)

4.) I like venison

5.) I’m aro-ace

I just need some deer ears, a desire for cannibalism, and a Cajun accent LMAOOO

My friend group is slowly turning into the Hellaverse in real life. I’m Alastor (Aro ace, likes venison, doesn’t own a TV, wears vintage clothes and hates modern fashion, disappeared for several years and then suddenly came back, and no one knows where I went or why), my best friend and his girlfriend are Moxxie and Millie (They cosplay them a lot, and they spend all of their time together) and my other best friend is Niffty (Small, cute, slightly deranged, is into some depraved shit in the bedroom, follows me around everywhere).

how old do y'all headcanon papyrus to be? for me,i either headcanon him as 16 or as 21,depending on the time

This is for my au! A a teaser of sorts? 👀

It's a poem from Butters perspective, I made art to go with it because,,, I love visuals and I'm extra

Peter: If you haven’t seen two cats riding an elliptical together while looking like loafs of bread, are you really considered alive?

No I am definitely not writing a character that’s aromantic so that I can have someone to project on, why would anyone think that that’s a ridiculous notion

As a person who suffers from anger issues, Andre kriegman would definitely miss the sensation of pure rage and anger.

Being honest the sensation at the moment is HORRIBLE but once you don't feel it no more you kind of miss it. You feel so powerful and dominant at the moment that you can't help but miss it, it's kind of addicting.

Yall, I've seen enough people talking about Cal having an ed, but did we ever think it could be Rachel?

We know what kind of blogs were around at the time. You know, the ones that contained "Ana" and "mia" in the title or in the full page. The so called "diets" that consisted and promoted not eating anything or barely anything in weeks. And we know that, ed's are more common in females.

Also, this was the fucking ideal body every woman wanted to have at the time:

We're all familiar with the term "thigh gap", right?

And Rachel, being semi popular and hanging out with Cal, which is not a good fucking influence, having popular girl friends, bulimia being common at the time and the easiness in finding those blogs could led to her having an ed.

I mostly think it would be bulimia.

(This made me think about the three girls in elephant, you know which ones)

(I don't really headcanon this, but this makes more sense to me than the "anorexic and bulimic Cal!" agenda)

Hey so I kinda doubt many people will see this, but does anybody have Sanders sides fic recommendations for just... a lot of familial and platonic cuddling? I feel like projecting my need for affection but I’m too lazy to look for fics myself.

And if you do happen to see this, I want you to know that you are loved and important, and it would make my day if you have a good day, ok? I hope you find it easy to smile today :)