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How do u make friends in communities?
I know this is a heavily asked question & I know making friends takes time & effort but like- any tips even?
I've been on the internet for a while & only have made 1 friend ovr the whole time, I understand no one owes me friendship or anything, but it's hard not to feel lonely. I love my friend(/p) with all my heart. & I've tried so many ways 2 make new friends but my efforts never work :c Is there something I can b doing better? I want friends like me ig? (alterhumans, xenogender users, alternative ppl & j-fashion enjoyers ect ect) But like- how??? .·°՞(¯□¯)՞°·.
Joining the tsp community. Hello. Here's a Bearded Dragon Narrator.
I don't know how to draw reptiles honestly
Bonus doodles
So, first ever tumbler post, and its because of this whole thing here and my brain that picks out way too many details. Anyways, here is my thoughts on this:
This is most likely origin form Giratina, and I say so because of the much darker tendrils/wings the form has, and the headcrest that can be seen.
That is Palkia’s headcrest on his head, not Meau’s second spine! Meaning Noe is confronting the God of Space after having caught Dialga and Giratina, not Meau
So, my thought are Noe wants a domain of his own- since Dialga, Palkia, and even Giratina have their realms/spheres of influence, while Noe exists to remove mistakes/things that don’t exist- a destroyer, while the others all control/reflect integral parts of existence. Noe does not, and due to this probably wants one to call his own. Or maybe he just wants to control all three- Space, Time, and the Distortion world, all for himself. IDK, I’m not good with theories.
All art shown belongs to @phlurrii
Since I’m taking a break from the story stuff to keep my brain happy, (and because my stylus broke AGAIN last night during an insane shiny hunt the nerds) have a purposefully rough and vague clip of some very, VERY far off story beat we well not see for a while. I also guarantee the way ya’ll will interpret this will be wrong, if anyone gets it right I will be shocked, yet very impressed. Might even do a prize if someone guesses it correctly lol
Cinnamon! I love her so much. I did this with the symmetry tool because I was bored and needed to warm up lol
Random drawings from today.
And here's an actual drawing of Dazai, but ON lined paper again because I drew it during class.
I finished it, yay¡
Maybe in the future I will learn how draw animations.
The animatic is based on the AU plot when Sebastian escapes, but successfully. Painter clearly knows something...
his angel
pairing // brian moser x fem!reader summary // even angels have nightmares. and for his little angel, byines always there to sooth you. warnings // comfort/hurt/comfort (if that's a thing). comfort. tiny bit angst. brians a big softie. brian is byine. word count // 760 smth A/N // first fic bloggg lets goooooooooo writers block is overrrrrrrrrrrr and tbh i just needed some comfort since i was lowkey feeling down and nun was doing the trick
slowly rising up from the comfort of your bed and turning on your nightlap, you sit up while groaning. slipping on some short grey shorts, a pair of fluffy white socks and a big, warm comfy hoodie, you make your way out of your room, in through your living room. You stand still for a second, rubbing your eyes while yawning.
you make your way to the frontdoor of your apartment and out into the hallway. walking over to your neighbours door, the sound of pen scribbling on paper echoing. with a heavy sigh, you slowly knock on the door and hear some scrambling on the inside and a heavy thud. hope he's okay, you think while yawning again, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes again.
then, you're met with your neighbour, and boyfriend. brian moser. hair a bit ruffled, a hand running through his hair and one down his chest while sniffling and shifting his feet from one foot to the next while his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips.
''why're you up at this time, angel?'' his voice breaks the silence, turning his head a bit down to look at you. he cups your head with one of his hands, his gaze lingering on your mouth for a bit before meeting your eyes again.
'i had a nightmare, byine.'' you whisper softly, scared that he'd just dismiss you and tell you that you're annoying for interrupting him.
''wwh, angel. it's okay, byines here for you now, isn't he?'' he coos, picking you up bridal-style, closing the door behind you.
''mhmm.'' you hum a reply quietly, nuzzling into his neck while he walks to his room with you in his arms. you can feel the way his hand rubs soothing circles on your thigh and arm. slowly closing your eyes, you feel him lay you down on his bed and the way it dips when he lays down next to you.
you hold your arms out for him, wanting him close. he lets you reach out for him, finding it so cute that his little angel wants him close. He waits a bit before ou let out a whine, ''byine, please. m'mere, i'm tiredddddd.'' he grabs your wrists softly and pulls you close, resting your head on his chest. hearing his slow, controlled heartbeat and the rise-and-fall of his chest lulling you to sleep.
the rise and fall of your lover's chest growing distant. the way his heart beats close to your ear becoming a distant memory, you open your eyes and is met with a dark barren land. a small tree in the distance, it's leave slowly falling of the branches. you can see the simmliar tree behind you, framed by dark, burnt-looking dead grass.
''i never really loved you, y'know.'' his voice echos from your ears. Looking up, you see him. he stands at his full height, hands in his pant-pockets, eyes fixated on the dark land in front of the two of you.
''w-what?'' you stuttered, standing up to look at him better. He doesn't offer you a single glance, keeping his eyes out on the land in front of the two of you.
''i never loved you. everything i did was play-pretend. to make you care. break you down. the sense of control so close, but always so far from you.'' he looks at you, his gaze sharp, cold. ''the second i knew who you really were, i hated you. you annoy me.''
his gaze was sharp and cold, sending shivers down your spine. the dreamland in front of you start shifting into pure darkness. brian slowly fades from your vision. ''i hate you. i never even liked you.'' and poof, he was gone.
the darkness infront of you slowly starts swallowing you whole, trying to take you under with it. you kick, and scream, but it's like something is holding you down. like something is keeping you from kicking, something over your mouth to muffle your crys. a voice, it's calling for you. it's the darkness. it's always the darkness wanting to swallow you whole.
''angel, wake up. angel, please, wake up.'' the voice grows louder, and louder. the darkness slowly turning into a bright white light.
i panic and try to sit up but something is holding you down. brian.
''angel, please. it's just me, it's your byine.'' he pleads, holding you down while you keep kicking him.
''brian?''
''angel? oh, god, angel.''
he hugs you so close. while muffling some inconsistent words and sentences in a hushed voice.
''i love you, byine.''
''i love you too, angel.''