I like to write, draw and talk about whatever I'm hyper fixated on! To know more about me read below!
I do have a 'personal' account which is HERE if anyone is curious and to prove these accounts are linked and I own both accounts. I have done a piece of art on there and some writing but I'm going to be reblogging it here and using this account strictly for my art, writing, asks and whatever posts I make that aren't reblogs (With few exceptions probably)
Another reason why I created this account is to have all of my own work on a clean and organized slate.
I am in many fandoms! I will list below what fandoms I will most likely write/draw/talk about! It's a long list so be prepared 😅
Psychonauts
TWDG's
Arcane
Ok. Ko Let's Be Heroes
Gravity Falls
The Owl House
Bobs Burgers
Futurama
Ride The Cyclone
Phineas & Ferb
God Of War Ragnarok
Over The Garden Wall
Adventure Time
SVTFOE
HTTYD
Amphibia
Sonic
Rdr
South Park
Summer Camp Island
Resident Evil
Sander Sides
A list so long it needs its own read more options
Feel free to send me asks, Reqs or just drop by and say hello!
He promptly got a shush and a small tug on his jacket sleeve. A few feet away from Norma’s room Lizzie spoke. “Keep your voice down. I'm making sure Norma’s alright.”
“By standing by her door creepily and not going in?”
“Ow!”
Raz rubbed his arm and took a small step away from the mean teen. “She needs to rest that dumb head of hers. Plus I'm still mad at her.”
“Then why are you checking up on her?”
Lizzie clicked her tongue as she popped her hip out to the left. Hand to hip and head looking away she looked.. reluctant, to say the least. “Because she’s my sister and I love her or something like that.”
Elka immediately knew camp was going to be hell the second Vernon tripe walked onto the bus. His blabbering only further solidified her visions. Any chance he got he would blabber about a random story or get someone to play a game with him, which Elka slightly pitied him a little bit but nothing further than that.
So when he walked up to her asking what she knew about Frankie, Elka knew it was going to be a nothing but painful interaction.
“Hey Elka.” The boy said at an annoyingly slow place. She already wanted to walk away. “Do you know that red haired girl that sat near the front of the bus? I was curious about her and wanted to-”
Elka put up her hand in a ‘Stop’ motion, then closed her eyes, breathed in deeply before looking back at Vernon. “I will tell you what I know about her if you don't talk to me for the next two days. Got it?” Thankfully it only took a second or two of thinking before Vernon nodded.
“She’s pretty happy go-lucky from the looks of it, I believe she likes arts and crafts since she's always making stuff with that..creatively dressed girlfriend of hers.” Creative was putting it nicely.
“Girlfriend?”
Elka looked up from her nails and at the black haired boy, who seemed to be sporting a disappointed expression. “Well..I'm pretty sure anyways, we’ve only been here a week and I haven't had much interaction with her.” Much to Elka's..relief? He perked up at that. No, it was a good thing, now he wouldn't be bothering her about something stupid about ‘How to win over a girl' or asking for any updates on Frankie's and Kitty's relationship.
The boy seemed to fidget with the sleeve of his shirt as he stood, clearly thinking about his next words that she only prayed weren't as ridiculous as she was guessing. “Thanks Elka, since you helped me you can always ask me about that blonde kid..uh, I don't know his name though.” There was only one other blonde kid so Elka knew exactly who Vernon was talking about.
She felt her own face flush, her arms crossed and she slightly turned away as a slight scowl appeared on her face. “What makes you think I'd like to know anything about him?” Elka asked incredulously.
She watched as the boy tapped the side of his face in thought. “Well, aren't you always staring at him?”
Elka made sure Vernon walked away from their conversation with a bruise to the nose and hopefully a second thought about talking to her in the future.
Poppy watched in disappointment Barb breaking her fourth paint brush. The stick with the soft end broke into two pieces and fell on the forest floor next to it's poor predecessors.
"Barb it's not gonna work if you keep mistreating the materials." Poppy pointed out. In return she got a mean glare, it was easily ignored as Poppy went to look at her own painting. She had painted a field of flowers with a few animals scattered here and there.
Looking back over at Barb's painting, it was..well.. different!
"I told you this isn't my thing, I know you're trying to help but this is honestly making me angrier." Barb took a few steps back with- what Poppy deemed - an exaggerated sigh, arms limp at her sides, ears pinned down in annoyance and eyes rolling to show her lack of enthusiasm.
Poppy stood up from her foldable chair and faced Barb. "Well, maybe painting isn't your thing. Is there any sort of art you like?" This time Poppy could actually see Barb thing. Unlike most rock trolls Barb was very expressive, especially with her face.
Pulling in the back of her Mohawk she let out a small breath. "Do you have.. charcoal sticks?"
Oh! Poppy wasn't expecting that. But the pink haired queen quickly nodded and ran over to her backpack nearby that she had set down earlier. This spot was a little aways from Pop Village but not too far away from the perimeter line. Grabbing some charcoal sticks she walked back over to Barb who seemed grateful.
Poppy watched as she threw her current canvas behind her and plop and new one into place. Seeing that she was actually putting in effort, Poppy went back to her own painting.
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Barb swallowed as she stared at her now finished painting. It was the flower patch in front of her as the foreground and the trees and rest of the forest as the background.
She glanced at Poppy's painting, it was bright, colorful and full of life. Barb's eyes immediately shot back to her own painting, before she could tear up the painting caused from all the anxiety filling her chest, she heard Poppy gasp. Now the pop troll was standing beside her, oddly quick and a little confusing to Barb but she didn't comment.
"Barb it's beautiful!" Poppy gasped out again. Fiddling with her spiked bracelets Barb looked down at the grass, frown on her face except at the very corner of her lip where a smile seemed to pull with all it's might. "It's nothing special." She answered with a shrug.
Out of the corner of her eye Barb could see Poppy take a step closer to the painting, inspecting it like it was an important letter from another kingdom. "Nothing special? You shade better than I do! And I've been painting my entire life." A small snort escaped the pop queen and Barb had to physically look away until her blush died down.
"I think King Thrash would love this."
Barbs ears- or more like ear - perked up as she finally looked at Poppy. "You're..just saying that." But when Poppy grabbed both of Barbs hands and held them in front of her chest, then gave her the happiest look of all time, a small spark in Barbs chest lit. "No! I mean it! Honestly I'm surprised you hadn't pursued this before."
She could only hold so much eye contact with Poppy before she had to look away, all her positivity was getting to her; Barb wasn't so sure she liked it. "Well..I have when I have the time. I only started in my early teens though." If Poppy could let out a bigger gasp then she would. And did. Right in front of Barb and her precious ears. "Oh sugar that's so cool! We have to do this more oftenohandwecanbringsnacksand-"
"Poppy!"
The pop troll stop quickly snapped her mouth shut. "I think once in a while it wouldn't hurt." Barb slightly caved, but that's all it took for Poppy to become a dog whistle from how much high pitched squealing she was doing.
Maybe this girls painting day wasn't so bad after all.
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