Okayokay so baisically I really want to art but I'm lazy so the purpose of this blog to to get people to give me a prompt and vigorously bully me into completing it in a reasonable timeframe.
Prompts:
ART: I enjoy drawing goofy things like characters as animals, meme-y stuff, etc. I'm not good at drawing people, wish I could, I'm sorry I'm that amiture t-t. I might try drawing chibi stuffs but I need someone breathing down my neck to motivate me into doing so.
FANFICS: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, hurt/NO comfort, characters texting eachother, any ship, any setting, any plot, NO plot, AU's- I'll do anything except smut or reader insert. PLEASE BE VIVID IM AN INDESICIVE BITCH AND WILL SPEND HOURS PONDERING, doesn't have to be every little detail just little gaps like: 'character A is feeling this way and is do this because of it and this is how character B reacts' or 'these characters are in this setting and this is the general outline of events' and stuff :]
STIMBOARDS: Requests are not limited. Theme's, characters, specific stims- I'll do it
MEMES: If you so wish you can give me a picture to make a meme out of or add a caption to, just send me random screenshots and I will.
SUDJEST STUFF: If you want me to dip into other areas (on paper or online nothin complicated) YELL AT ME AND ILL TRY :D
Fandoms:
*doesn't apply to stimboards. I'll do any characters for stimboards.*
Well-aquainted: Unus Annus, Markiplier Egos, Jacksepticeye Egos, Ethan Nestor(Crankgameplays) Egos, Sanders Sides, previously stated Youtubers in general, The Edge of Sleep, Supernatural
Haven't seen in a while but still pretty well-aquainted: Harry Potter, Marvel, Hermitcraft, ..*deep sigh*..dsmp
And that's basically it, I'm your typical basic boring bitch :)
I'M BEGGING YOU JUST SEND A RANDOM PROMPT AND I WILL BE FORCED TO COMPLY AND I NEED THAT PLEASE-
Google sat there. He had half-finished tasks laid out on the screen in front of him and he just sat there. He was broken. At least, that's his best guess as to what's wrong with him.
It was subtle at first, his battery draining at decimal higher rates for a reason he didn't know, but in contrast to now it was at the for-front of his performance. It wasn't like he was near dead or even half-drained, but it felt like it. Somehow he had no energy to finish his errands, chores, or diagnostics and still sat there spinning around in his office chair nowhere near needing to recharge. The frustration in of itself was exhausting.
He was a machine. He was made for the convenience of society, to take orders, to complete tasks diligently, and he just couldn't. Of course he could but he just couldn't. He'd move to stand and sit still or go to fill out an email and stare at the wall.
His usefulness had been in question ever since the manor became his home. The others never really utilizing the term "Hey, Google" because they didn't feel as though they needed him. And now here he sat not even being able to complete the short list of tasks that was asked of him. It made him useless. He couldn't do the one thing that he was primarily designed to do.
He couldn't do the one thing that made him worth anything.
And Google sat there and did nothing to redeem his worth. He "couldn't".
no way ppl are using ai to write ao3. what happened to being a tortured writer. what happened to blood on the page. what happened to the ao3 curse. people used to get run over, have their houses burned down, break their entire spines and they still put in the work to finish a chapter. fuck you, using ai. y’all are weak
The Mask(edgy I know but that's what I called it all those years ago)
Long before time had a name, this fanfic was created by a twelve year old in the midst of their dsmp phase. I don't think I even finished it. Yall I can't even read this one. I can't do it. I'll let the summary and notes speak for themselves.
Summary: *In a squeaky voice* Ranboo gets anxious about his face and has trauma I guess?
End Notes: Man... and I say my writings shit now.
You. Have. No. Idea. How. Much. I. Hate. This.
I was gonna go through and proof read and I just went "Why?"
Yall are lucky I deleted the one I was writing where like ALL the DSMP members were murders except Phil and Techno.Phil was an oblivious detective and Techno was his partner deterring him from the truth.
The first paragraph was how Tubso had killed a guy and Ranboo had to go burn his watch and it cut to Wilbur burning a body- it wASN'T EVEN FUCKING REALISTIC AT LEAST NOW I ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO KILL A GUY AND DESCRIBE IT LIKE A COKED UP NATURE DOCUMENTERY NARRATO-
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The car was filled with voices and laughter the music was loud, windows were down, and all the friends were laughing, except one. It was after they had finished filming the lie detector vlog and everyone was ecstatic about it, except Ranboo, he was behind Jack who was driving, and next to Wilbur who had gotten smooshed in the middle by Tubbo, who was currently 'trying to strangle' Tommy, who was in the passenger seat yelling 'angerly' at Tubbo about smacking him at the end of the video and weather or not to keep it in.
While everyone else was goofing around Ranboo was quietly staring out the window paying no attention to what was happening. So many thoughts were zipping in and out of his head, 'Do I really look that bad without the mask on?' 'Why did he react like that?' 'It was probably just a bit' 'But it said he was lying' 'He kept denying it though, maybe the thing was just not on right' 'That’s what a friend would say'. He was able to distract himself for the rest of the vlog telling himself he would take of the mask and show himself how Tommy really felt, but Tommy reacted so strangely. Was he just afraid about his face being on camera? After all he was laughing, 'what if he was laughing at my face?' 'no, that’s stupid'.
Ranboo was well known by most to be 'in control' his feelings, more like hide them. But now the built up anxiety had pooled in his stomach, he felt like he was being constricted. The air felt thin, his heart was beating irregularly, and there was a suffocating weight on his chest. To make matters worse he was in a car with some of his closest friends so he couldn't let down the façade and let the overwhelming feelings escape him.
Luckily, he had his window down so he was able to keep the mask on without looking foolish. he was snapped out of his thoughts by hearing his name "what?!" he whipped his head around to see everyone looking at him before all breaking out into laughter, he mentally recoiled a bit "see! He wahsn't even listening!" Tubbo claimed through laughter "wasn't listening to what?" Ranboo replied "we were trying to ask to you if you think Tommy actually has the hots for you!" Jack said looking at his masked friend in the rear view mirror "o-oh umm" he replied awkwardly not really sure how to respond. "n-n-no" he said looking back out the window as the rest laughed, "Rahanboo you are a really handsome man!" Tommy said still wrestling with Tubbo. 'Yeah sure, then why'd it say you were lying?" is what he opened his mouth to say, but instead it came out as "u-huh"Wilbur placed a hand on the youngers shoulder, he flinched, "you okay Ran?" the Wilbur asked "you've seemed pretty out of it since we left" "oh yeah-no m'just.. a bit tired s'all" he said nodding to himself "m'kay" Wilbur replied squeezing his shoulder reassuringly, 'he's so tense' he thought before going back to the conversation.
Jack had dropped them all off at Tubbos' house and drove off. When they all got inside and made their way to the living room Tommy and Wilbur had started wrestling next to the couch while Tubbo stood to the side hyping them up. Ranboo ,however, was just barely keeping himself together, he was overwhelmed with anxiety and felt as though he would break down any second. He stared at the floor with his arms crossed, both of his hands gripping his sleeves and unknowingly digging his nails into his skin to try and bare the agonizing feeling in his upper-body. "Ran, are you okay?" it was Tommy this time, was it that obvious? He had the mask on after all, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.. I'm just gonna go, t-take a shower"
he practically ran out of the room to grab his clothes and got to the bathroom placing them on the counter and turning on the shower faucets, his skin stung as it made contact with the water, he let out the tears that so desperately needed to be let out which quickly changed from silent tears to sobs. The anxiety was quickly getting worse, it was getting hard to breath which led to him gasping for breath between sobs. He was losing strength in his knees by all the coughing, sobbing, and water he kept inhaling, he had to get out of the shower, with shaking hands he opened the shower door and stepped out onto the bath rug drying himself off and throwing on his pajamas trying to distract himself from the death stinging pain in his whole upper body and knees, everything started to spin. Suddenly his legs gave out leaving the teen on his hands and knees shaking, he fell onto his side now a sobbing mess. He was getting lightheaded when everything suddenly went black, then the only sound was of the empty showers faucet running.
He opened his eyes, it took a moment of blinking but he finally remembered what had happened, slowly he got himself onto his knees and took a couple of deep breaths. He was only slightly anxious, he was fully dressed, he had left the shower running. Using the toilet he hoisted himself up to stand, turned of the shower, he checked the time on his phone; 8:49. he put on his mask before running a comb through his hair, he usually hid the mask in his clothes before showering so when he came out he wouldn't have to look at himself to avoid his facial dysmorphia. This was the third time now he had had a panic attack and passed out in the bathroom, and he wasn't proud of it. He was having panic attacks more often now that he was in the UK, this really wasn't good.
He came out of the bathroom to find his three friends taking the couch cushions and extra pillows and were building a pillow fort, he couldn't help but smile to himself, anxiety forgotten. He quickly dropped off his clothes in his room and reluctantly put his mask on the nightstand before walking back out to see Tubbo and Tommy arguing about the placement of a certain cushion and watched them from afar, until Tubbo looked passed Tommy and smiled at Ranboo quickly causing Tommy to turn and do the same. "What?" Ranboo asked creasing his eyebrows, when suddenly he was being lifted up from behind and held bridal style causing him to yelp in alarm, he had almost forgotten about Wilbur, "Why if it isn't our favorite Oreo boy!" he declared loudly "My god you almost gave me a heart attack!" Ranboo said clutching his chest "Oh stop being dramatic!" Wilbur said in mock annoyance as he walked over to the now finished pillow fort and dropped the American on a pile of pillows.
It was now 9:36, the four friends had made their spots in the pillow fort that was somehow still standing strong despite all the roughhousing instigated by a certain gremlin child, and had ordered pizza that Wilbur, who had made it clear he was the oldest therefor the most responsible, obliged himself to pay for when it got here. They had decided to watch a movie which was The Conjuring suggested(ironically)by Wilbur who thought it would be fun to see how scared everyone would get. Him and Ranboo weren’t affected that much besides the jump scares, Tubbo was yelling at the people in the movie, and Tommy was clinging onto Ranboo's arm for dear life. At some point in the movie there was a silent pause prepping for a jump scare, all the boys were holding their breaths in anticipation when the doorbell rang, Tubbo had a physical reaction which was flailing his arms and almost took out a wall while Tommy screamed and latched onto Ranboo's side, Ranboo was more scared by the others reactions rather than the scare itself. Wilbur laughed at the three teenagers "you should have sehehen your fahaces!" he teased through laughter, Tommy was having none of it. He leapt across Ranboo's lap and tackled Wilbur, "Hey! Take it outside!" Ranboo said pushing both boys out of the pillow fort as the fighting ensued, "Can you grab the pizza Ran?" Wilbur said pushing at Tommy's face. Ranboo glanced at Tubbo who was still recovering and back at the wrestling boys on the floor "U-uh yeah sure" "Thanks! My wallets on the counter".
Ranboo made his way to the kitchen, grabbed Wilburs wallet, took out twenty pounds, and made his way to the door. He was about to grab the handle when anxiety filled his system again, he quickly with making as little noise as possible ran to his room and grabbed the mask putting it on while running back and opened the door confidently. "Hi! Order for Wilbey!" "Yep!" Ranboo took the boxes and gave the man the money "Have a nice night!" "You too". Ranboo walked to the counter putting down the pizza and taking off the mask, "Ranboo? Why did you have the mask on?" apparently Tubbo had recovered from the scare "U-um didn't want anyone to see me y'know?" "Oh, okay!".
Wilbur POV
'Ranboo's been worrying me, he's been acting off since we left. He took quite a while in the shower as well, maybe I'm just over thinking this.. but what if he isn't fine.'Suddenly the doorbell rang and the teens looked like they had seen a literal ghost, I couldn't help but laugh at their reactions "you should have sehehen your fahaces!" Tommy looked about ready to murder and jumped across Ranboo's lap tackling me. "Take it outside!" Ranboo pushed at my back, I got out of the fort and Tommy wasted no time tackling me again to the ground, he got on-top of me and I pushed at his cheek trying my best not to hurt him. "Can you grab the pizza Ran?" I asked looking at my tall friend, immediately I could tell something was wrong with the way he glanced at Tubbo "U-uh yeah sure" "Thanks! My wallet's on the counter". When he left I rolled over switching positions with Tommy as he screeched, he was about to fight back but I got off of him and stood up him doing the same, he ran at me and I bent down hoisting him over my shoulder as he yelled in protest punching my back, though it felt more like taps because he didn't really want to hurt me, and I threw him down onto the couch causing him to let out bubbly giggles as I smiled down at him. At that point we herd the door open and Tubbo went into the kitchen, I held out my hand to Tommy "truce?" he took it saying "Only for the pizza" before we both got up and headed into the kitchen.
Tubbo was already scarfing down a slice of cheese when we came in, me and Tommy didn't waste much time copying him we hadn't eaten since 11:00 AM so we were pretty hungry. We were so distracted in fact, we hadn't noticed the tall American in the doorway recording us.. Until Tubbo did. "Hey!" he yelled startling everyone and ran around the island chasing Ranboo who was doing his best mad man cackle while running out of the doorway, I'm not sure when the chase stopped but when me and Tommy were making our way back to the living room we heard Ranboo laughing while Tubbo was yelling at him. We shared an amused smile with each other and went into the living room to find Ranboo curled up on his knees hugging his phone to his chest laughing really hard while Tubbo was yelling at him to delete the video and squeezing his sides from behind. Tommy couldn't have been more excited (probably from all that coke he drank) he squeezed my hips and I quickly pushed him away, he looked back at me beaming and I couldn't help but smile back getting into a fighting stance, he yelled loudly "Tickle fight!" before pouncing at me.
Narrator POV
The four boys were laying tuckered out on their pile of pillows which used to be their fort, the play-fighting had lasted at least an hour and a half with them going back and forth, forming and breaking alliances. The movie had ended by then and the pizza leftovers were in the fridge, Tubbo and Tommy had purposely destroyed the fort for some reason but no one really cared cuz now they had a whole pile of pillows and blankets to curl up on. Tommy was having a sugar crash while his sleep deprived friends were goofing around laughing at everything, at some point Tommy couldn't keep his eyes open and leaned slightly on Ranboo who froze for a second before putting his arm around his blonde friend and scooting them closer to each other. Tommy leaned into the touch and curled up on his side, Wilbur and Tubbo were doing their bests not to lose their composure at the soft scene in front of them. Ranboo looked up from the boy who had passed out under his arm to see the two older boys with wide smiles on their faces, Wil mouthed "That's so cute!" Ranboo flushed looking away. They stayed like that for a moment before Tubbo took out his phone to take a picture
Narrator POV
Wilbur woke up suddenly, it was still dark. He checked the time on his phone; 3:34. He realized Ranboo wasn't there and stood up to look for him, he walked down the hall to see the bathroom light was on and the door was slightly open, but the first thing he noticed was sobs coming from inside.
Ranboo POV
I was standing there looking at my feet, Miss Green had called me to the front about my test. I had gotten an E- while the rest of the class got higher scores, she was yelling at me for 'not trying hard enough' and 'not studying at all'. 'It's not fair, mom and dad make me do everything around the house how do I have enough time to study?!' I thought while digging my nails into my bare crossed arms. Everyone was sniggering at me, kids in the back were laughing, my friends were laughing. I was just barely keeping it in as the anxiety threated to poor out, I was so angry, so upset, so enraged, so anxious, my friends were laughing, everyone was laughing. Then suddenly everything went silent, my hands were shaking with the amount of force I was impaling my arms with. "I said you can go back to your seat!" I looked up "You useless lazy child!" everyone started laughing loudly at once, her words echoing in my mind along with my parents own words, I couldn't take it anymore everything spilled. Tears of anger, helplessness, anxiety, and absolute rage spilled out as I glared at her in the eyes "It's not my fault!" I yelled through sobs, she started laughing along with the class as they started chanting "Cry baby! Cry baby!" I dug my nails into nails skin as hard as I was possibly able to, there laughter almost all stopped at once as warm red liquid trickled down my arms to my elbows from multiple different spots. Suddenly my parents were there scolding me at how selfish I am and how disrespectful I am to make them look bad in front of-
