Guess who's back? That's right, it's me. I'm talking. Surprise. The hiatus was longer than expected, and I apologize. I'm a busy bee. However, I now have the luxury of fitting the line art for this blog into my schedule, and I'm ready to help answer all the questions you hunger for. So, the hiatus is officially over. Thanks for sticking with us! (Mod Nano)
LOOK NANOâS BACK EVERYBODY CHEER AGAIN. also, i love nanoâs design a bit too much help. - Mod Quantum
Prompt: Guess who's back? Quantumwrites: Using exactly 666 words, write a story about a ridiculous amount of puppies and how the main characters would react to them. This time, I challenge you to use the word "confusticate" at least three times. I wish you luck, my friend.
Word Count: 666 - Characters: Jeremy Heere, Christine Canigula, Miss Canigula (Christineâs Mom), Squip  - Ships: N/A
Notes: Puppies? Seriously? Ok. Puppies are cute. I used your word in past tense because the story is in past tense. Also, Iâm taking âMiss Canigula is an animal rescuerâ headcanon to my freaking grave.
Slobbery kisses slathered all over Jeremyâs face as the lanky boy tried to push down the eager puggle down. âHe sure does like to give love!â Jeremy exclaimed, shooing the dog back to Christine.
âHe takes after his mother, clearly,â Christine expressed, whistling to help lead the puppy, named Lloyd. âI just wish we could keep him longer. Thatâs the problem with foster dogs. You eventually gotta give them back. I wish I could have more of the furballs. My mom is bound to get Lloyd some friends for him!â
The faint buzzing in Jeremyâs head slowly grew inside as his eyes caught a projection from the other side of the room. The Squip. No fear crept into Jeremyâs skin as it once did. A shot of Red Mountain Dew usually shut them down quickly. The teenage boy went towards his backpack, opening it and beginning to search for the juice boxes that held the discontinued mountain dew.
Christine noted Jeremy who seemed to be confusticated by the backpack. âJer? You looking for some- wait. Is it here?â Suddenly on edge, Chris stood up, looking right then left.
Jeremy calmed her down. âTheyâre fine. Theyâre over there.â He pointed to where the Squip was now looking at the puppy with curiosity. âSquip, you alright?â
The Squip nodded, then looked at Jeremy. Their form shimmered, translucent in the light. âThere will be more.â
Once again, Jeremy looked as confusticated as before, probably more. âMore what, Squip? Puppies?â
At that moment, a loud slam of the door shook both teens off their respective seats in the living room. Loud barking followed as well as what seemed like a million feet trampling the floor.
Puppies. Loads of furballs filled the rooms. Loud laughter came from the front door as Miss Canigula stepped into the living room, holding four puppies in addition to the twenty or so running over her feet.
âMama, where did you get all these puppies?â Christine cried out, jumping onto the couch to try to avoid the hundreds of dogs now running amongst her feet. She glanced over to see Jeremy being attacked by a group of puppies who mustâve thought he tasted like the best batch of bacon bites ever.
âOh liu! Hello. Hello, Jeremy. I got them from a puppy mill. They were trapped, so I brought them home!â Christineâs mother began to talk in another language in what sounded like baby talk to the puppies now nibbling on her shoelaces. The woman started to point them out, ignoring her daughterâs confusticated face. âThis is Annabel! And this is Mascot and Han-Mi. Oh! And Hank. Aww, Byron.â
The buzzing in Jeremyâs head got louder as the Squip seemed to poof from view. âIâm not dealing with thisâ came a warbled voice inside his head. Thanks for nothing, Squip.
âB-But Mama! You canât just have a whole pack of puppies running around the house!â Christine began to express her discontent angrily.
Jeremy attempted to get off the couch, carefully trying to maneuver through the sea of tails and ears, hoping desperately not to step on one. âI-I think Iâm... I had better⊠leave.â He called to Christine over the loud barking of puppies. A few of the rascals still grasped on to Jeremyâs shoelaces, pulling him backward. Normally, he wouldâve been able to just knock them off, but with so many puppies Jeremy felt himself lose balance.
âHelp!â He cried as Jeremy landed belly-flop onto the carpet. The Squip materialized in front of him as Jeremyâs blue eyes caught the projection.
âIf it was this easy to control you originally, I shouldâve made a puppy form. Theyâre surprisingly strong.â A flash and blue-green puppy stood in front of Jeremy. It was glitching and very faint, but Jeremy felt his fingers being removed from the carpet he was holding on to. Jeremy felt himself lose his grip was dragged back into the never-ending sea of barks and happy puppy kisses.
yeah hi I track the Warriors tag so I saw your post about the brown haired dude having had ocs when he was 12 but now I gotta know are these characters from a book/movie??? Are they ocs??? I gotta know my man bc I am intrigued and need more(and is it okay to ship them? bc honestly I kinda do)
((Henlo friend! So, yeah. These characters arenât OCs. Theyâre from a musical called âBe More Chillâ. [I really should explain that somewhereâŠ] Itâs really great so totally check it out. Also, the squip is a computer and Jeremy is a teenage boy. While I canât stop you, I donât think Jeremy would like being shipped with his glitched out computer in his head.))
J: Wait what?
((Nothing dude. Go back to pining over Michael Mell. Yeah but seriously! BMC is a great musical and totally check it out my dude.)) - Quantum
J: Donât you dare ruin Silverfeather. He was a great Riverclan cat.
S: Howâs that âjust a phaseâ going?
Sorry, these arenât asks you guys. Nano is still in school until next week. Be prepared for an overload of asks being answered! Thanks for sticking with us. Love y'all! - Quantum
Prompt: Using exactly 666 words, no more no less, describe an average day in the eyes of the Squip. Include as much detail as possible: their thoughts, feelings, anything! Also, I challenge you to use the word "phantasmagorical" at least three times. Look it up, it's a real word. Good luck!
Word Count: 666 - Characters: The Squip, Jeremy Heere - Ships: Michael/Jeremy (Mentioned)
Notes: why must you do this to me, Anon? It was an awesome challenge, but why.
The Squip groaned, facepalming once again as Jeremy ran into the trashcan. âAnd this is why you can not stare at Michaelâs ass all day!â They exclaimed angrily. Jeremy ignored them, like always. With the Red Mountain Dew in his system, the Squipâs processor is regularly fried and weakened. They wondered if it was just this eternal torture they were going to live through or if the end was nearing. They hoped for the latter.
Soon enough Jeremy was in Math class. Being a supercomputer, the Squip found this boring. Incredibly boring, so instead they decided theyâd take a trip. âHeh. Like a human vacation.â They chuckled to themselves, and they dipped into Jeremyâs brain. It was interesting here. There were many things in this phantasmagorical brain of his. Fursuits, sushi rolls, video game characters and fears all had their own place and mixed together in a beautiful blend of chaos. Squip hated it. It was disorganized, messy and just didnât make any sense!
If they had their way, the Squip would have long ago cleaned up this place and filled it with important stuff. Like how to actually kiss girls (and guys) correctly and how to properly do a push-up. âAnd, oh I donât know, how not to run into the garbage can every single day!â The Squip suddenly looked away from the phantasmagorical to shout angrily at the equally confusing sky. âIs it that hard to take two point five steps to the left?â They groaned. No use arguing with the idiotic teen now, especially since they couldnât talk to him.
The Squip suddenly found themselves at a dark door. âFearsâ it was labeled with a backward E. âSeriously?â The Squip scoffed and opened it. They didnât react to the fat clown that had jumped out as soon as they had stepped in the door. They also didnât respond when Michael shouted at them, saying they were unwanted and the worst friend ever. However, one singular chest caught their eye.
It didnât have a label, and it seemed sort of locked away. The supercomputer scoffed before easily picking the lock. The computer slowly opened it. A large gush of air poured out along with shadows, and loud cackling sounded from within the box. Why the Squip shaking? They werenât scared. No, no, no.
The crackling of electricity sounded from inside the box, a dark figure rising from it. âJeremy Heere.â A voice said. The Squipâs eyes grew wide. A fanged, red-haired figure stood before them. âWelcome to your super quantum Intel processor.â It hissed its Sâs. âYour Squip.â The false computer launched at the Squip, growling, and hissing. âYou want to be chill! You want to be popular!â
The Squip shook their head, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. Was that the word? The Squip had never felt like this. They felt⊠delicate, emotional. âYou pathetic humans!â The Squip shouted, grabbing at the real Squipâs arm. The Squip looked to find their metallic skin now darkly-shaded and fleshy.
âN-No! I donât like this!â They screamed, pulling their hand away and desperately trying to get to the door, back to the phantasmagorical dimension. âHelp me! Jeremy! Please!â The computer-made-human crawled, trying to escape the large pixels the fear-fueled Squip was now throwing angrily.
âEverything about you is terrible. Everything about you deserves to die!â It shouted, tearing apart the dark world. So many feelings began to bubble up at the words. Worthlessness? Depression? Anxiety? Fear? That was the loudest: fear at its truest, purest form. A harsh pressure in their chest, a loud pounding in their head, a tight clenching in their stomach. Is this what it was like to have a panic attack? Is this what Jeremy felt like? Another pixel knocked the Squip from its train of thought.
âPlease, Squip stop!â Was that Jeremyâs voice or their own? The Squip couldnât tell. Everything seemed jumbled together. Kicking off the floor, the Squip launched itself at the doorâs handle, quickly getting out and slamming it shut.
Word Count: 1207 - Characters: Jeremy Heere, Michael Mell - Ships: Michael/Jeremy  - Trigger Warning: (Mentions of) Cutting, Panic Attacks
Notes: After a traumatic Halloween last year, the boys decide it might be safer to stay in for the night. Unfortunately, Michael in the Bathroom was playing when Quantum was writing this.
Halloween had never been the same for the now-seniors at Middleborough high school. Jake moving around in a wheelchair and Richâs burns on his hands had been a constant reminder of that night, as well as Michaelâs scars on the insides of his wrists and arms. Itâs hard to forget a traumatic experience like a house fire at a huge party, especially around its anniversary. Nevertheless, Halloween still came around. Michael Mell and Jeremy Heere decided maybe it would be a better idea to stay in this year.
Michael was working around the apartment, trying to get the bowl of candy ready. After moving out over the summer to live with Jeremy in an apartment (his parents were never home anyway), he had made sure that the house was impeccably clean. No way were they going to be those two drunk teenagers whose house was a mess. At least, Michael wasnât going to be. There was no saving Jeremyâs room.
A pair of arms wrapped around his stomach as he got up to get the last dish from the dishwasher. âHeyyy~.â Jeremyâs voice was slurred and his hair was messy. His hands ran up Michaelâs body, tickling him slightly. âWhatcha doing Mikeyyy?â
Michael giggled and flinched at the tickling. âTrying to get my drunk boyf riend off my hot bod.â Finally getting a good grip, Michael tossed his hands away, turning around. âWhat did I tell you about drinking anyway?â He scolded, pointing an angry finger. âYou simply canât do it⊠without me.â
Jeremy had fallen to his knees. Jeez, he was wasted. âBut baaaabe, it was just, like, two shots.â
Michael scoffed. âYeah, and youâre a lightweight. You really need to learn to hold your alcohol.â Michael turned around to place the remaining dish in the dishwasher before kicking it closed. âWhy arenât you in your costume? Itâs nearly six. You know how early the trick or treaters in this neighborhood get here!â
Jeremy whined, pulling himself up with the hood of Michaelâs sweatshirt. âAww⊠But I wanna stay with yoooou.â  He slurred, falling forward on Michaelâs back. âPwetty pwease?â he asked, kissing Michaelâs cheek sloppily.
Michael rolled his eyes, helping Jeremy to his feet. âNo, not right now. I need to clean up this place. Go get in your freaking Luigi costume.â They really needed to not go costume shopping when stoned.
Jeremy lazily went around the corner to his bedroom. A ding from the doorbell chimed as Michael pressed the start button on the dishwasher. âBe right there!â He called, realizing he didnât have his costume on. He grabbed a pot from the top of the cabinet, putting it on his head. Kids didnât know any better, right?
He opened the door, grinning with a bowl of candy. âHey, kids! Just take one ok-...â Two kids were dressed as princesses. The taller boy behind them was wearing a blue and black cyborg costume. Michael felt his heart speed up impossibly fast, yet his breathing stop. Flashbacks to a bathroom in one of the coolest kids in schoolâs house and the word loser being repeated filled his head. Michael didnât even feel the bowl drop him his hands. He didnât hear the kids scramble to get the candy. He didnât hear the one princess say âthank you, sir!â. He didnât hear Jeremy come out to check on him.
He did feel the tears rolling down his cheeks. The burning in his throat. The mental turmoil in his head. The crushing feeling in his chest. The rapid heartbeat.
âMichael!â Jeremy was practically screaming now. Michael was standing, crying silently in front of the empty doorway. His panic and worry for his boyfriend was what was pulling him out of the alcohol-fueled haze, quickly shutting the door and snapping in front of Michaelâs face. Desperately, he grabbed his hand and tried to drag him over to the couch.
âHe went crazy trying to get it out!â Michael was pleading, desperately holding on to Jeremyâs hand. He felt Jeremy tear it away.
âThen Iâve got nothing to worry about,â Jeremy stated coldly, turning around to walk out. Desperately, Michael ran in front of the door, holding out his arms. âMove it.â
âOr what?!â Michael shouted, feeling the tears begin to flow from his eyes. Why wouldnât Jeremy listen to him? Just this once? He wasnât jealous. He was worried about his crush. He was worried about his best friend.
âGet out of my way. Loser.â Jeremy said. Michael held his ground. No, he wouldnât lose his best friend again. No, no, no.
âJeremy, please. Donât!â Suddenly, Michael felt an impact on his stomach. Jer-Jeremy had just kicked him. Michael felt himself falling into a dark abyss, desperately flailing his hands to grab onto something... anything!
âLoser! Loser! Loser! Loser!â Was Jeremy saying that? Or was it Michael? He couldnât tell. He was all alone. He was alone in a bathroom at a party. Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock. The banging on the door was getting louder. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. The walls were shaking, the tiles slowly falling apart. Blood was dripping from his wrists. Michael looked up in the mirror, seeing bloody handprints on his face. Shadowy figures were grabbing at him from behind. âLoser! Loser! Loser! Loser!â The smoke was consuming everything.
Flames suddenly leapt at his feet, up his legs. âLoser!â They whispered, crawling up his body. He felt impossibly hot. Maybe he shouldâve stayed. He shouldâve burned in that fire. He was just a loser after all. The smoke was starting to choke him. Michael ran to the door he had escaped from. It was locked. He heard screams from inside, crying for help. Flames got closer and closer, burning up the words as they reached his ears. Michael was inhaling smoke, the carbon monoxide silently poisoning him.
Michael looked around, seeing the charred and burned faces of his classmates. Their burned, dark hands grabbed at him. Michael screamed but no sound came out. The shadows in front of him materialized, burning into a familiar shape. Jeremy. Jeremy was laughing, letting the flames lick his hands. Blue electricity shocked around him, eyes burned neon blue. The Squip. The laugh continued and echoed as Jeremy felt to the ground, hand outstretched. âMichael!â He cried. Michael ran forward, trying to escape the cackling flames. He suddenly found himself far, far away. The whole world started shaking. Jeremy kept calling Michaelâs name. All the fire, all the smoke. âMichael! Michael!â
âMichael!â Jeremy desperately tried to get through to his boyf riend, shaking him. âMichael!â He was crying now too, leaning into his chest. âMichael, please.â He felt an arm around his back. Jeremy opened his eyes, hearing quiet crying. He held onto him tighter.
âY-You left me. You wa-were gonna lef-leave and I - you kicked me and I woh-was falling.â
âMichael⊠Itâs okay. Youâre safe. Youâre okay. ShhâŠâ Jeremy felt a wet spot start to form on his sweater. âIâm here. Itâs okay. I wonât ever do that to you ever again. Never. I promise.â
The two boys sat there on the couch, holding each other and ignoring the outside world.
Prompt: YOU SHOULD WRITE ABOUT RAMEN NOODLES, KAY THANKS BYE
((sorry for not having this up sooner. it accidentally posted privately.))
Word Count: 1717 - Characters: Jeremy Heere, Michael Mell, Christine Canigula, The Squip - Ships: Meremy Hell
Notes: Squip lives and is weak but Michael and Jeremy are dating and Christine is a bean.
The sound of a bell was what initially raised the two teenagerâs heads at the same time. The only problem with raising your heads at the same time is that they can impact. Hard.
âAnd this is why this place will be perfect for you two!â A chipper voice came from the side of them, Christine Canigula.
Jeremy laughed. âIf you say so, Chris.â He scoffed. Usually, his go-to date restaurant was the 7-11 down the street with the great sushi and slushies. Unfortunately, Christine was not happy to find out that he and Michael hadnât been getting the âultimate dating experience.â Sure, she was aroace, but eventually, Michael and Jeremy gave in.
It lead them on a trip to New York, spending the morning walking around Times Square (and fanboying like crazy over the new Nintendo Switch as well as binge-eating red M&Mâs at the official store.) However, now they were in Brooklyn upon Christineâs suggestion to catch an Uber and drive down. Christine had whispered in the driverâs ears the place to put into the GPS, and soon the two boyf riends were off, not having the slightest clue where they were headed.
Turns out, they were here: Ichiran NYC. It was a Japanese chain that had recently moved to NYC and sold âthe best ramen ever in actual human existence,â according to Chris.
Michael took off his headphones for a minute, hanging them on his neck. âSo what exactly is so special about this place?â He asked, looking around. âI can make twelve packages for three bucks at home.â Jeremy couldnât help but laugh. It was true. The two teenage boys had enough ramen to last them throughout the rest of their junior and senior year at high school. Christine joined in the laughter.
âTrust me, youâll like this place. Now c'mon. That was the bell for us.â The theater nerd walked the two boys down a pathway, to a row of enclosed spaces. It looked like the SATs in the cafeteria at Middleborough. Michael walked sideways, poking his head in and out of the tiny stalls. Jeremy chuckled and elbowed him in the side. The boy in the red sweatshirt whined and flicked Jeremy back. Jeremy was about to tug on Michaelâs hair when Christine turned around and shushed them. âGod, I canât take you two anywhere,â she scolded, before turning back around to follow the hostess.
âEnjoy!â The woman said, giving a bow. Christine and Michael bowed back, saying thank you. Jeremy stood there like the awkward, uncultured swine he is. Christine sat down first, purposefully putting herself between the two boyf riends.
âThis is the fun part. Nobody talks to you! You even write down your order on this little form.â
Michael held up his hand, leaning back farther so he could see both Christine and his partner. âWait, but-â
âBuh!
âWha?â
âNo.â
âA-â
âStop.â Christine snickered. âNow you guys have a chance not to be all lovey-dovey and awkward. Enjoy!â And with that, she stuck her head back into her seat. Jeremy could faintly hear the writing on the paper. He looked up to find that Michael was staring. The boy blushed before placing his head back into the tiny stall. Jeremy found himself alone with his thoughts.
This place definitely wasnât claustrophobic-friendly. The boy looked down at the menu in front of him. Jeremy ran a hand through his hair, awkwardly fidgeting with the other. The silence was bugging him.
âI can always fix that.â
Jeremy leaped back, nearly falling off the chair at the voice in his head. âYou again?â He hissed under his breath. âI just took a shot of Red, you should be offline.â
The Squip laughed. âYeah, but you also went to the bathroom like four times after that thanks to the street pretzel. The mountain dew is out of your system already.â
The teenager grumbled before leaning back. He was about to ask Michael for a shot of Red Mountain Dew (they kept it in tiny apple juice boxes just in case) when a more feminine face shot in front of him.
âShhh!â Christine had a finger to her lip-gloss covered lip. She really actually did go a bit overboard at the Forever 21. Jeremy tried to protest, but Christine grabbed his head, turned it back around and nudged him forward with two taps on his back. The lanky teenager found himself alone again.
âNice try, Jere.â
âShut up, you stupid computer.â
âActually, I have more information on my hardware than the internet altogether, so I doubt you should be calling a supercomputer stupid.â
Jeremy scoffed before looking up to the left of his small corner of the restaurant. A button lay there, indicating that it was for placing your order form. The teenager pressed it, submitted his order and laid back. He waited. Jeremy wished he could talk to Michael. Heâd speak to him about what new games were out, which was the better console, and how much he was thankful for him and how much he loved him and how much he loved his hair and his handsâŠ
âGetting off topic there, Heere.â The Squip snarked in his brain.
âI wasnât thinking about⊠about that.â
The Squip snickered. âYou canât lie to me, Jeremy. Iâm inside your brain. Havenât we gone over this?â
Jeremy blushed. Okay, so maybe he was. âWhat does it matter? Heâs my boyfriend. I can think of him however I want. Freedom of Speech.â
A mini-Squip materialized on the table in front of him, albeit a bit glitched out and missing some important pieces. You know⊠like legs. âYeah, but youâre also in a restaurant. So stop that.â
A tickle went down Jeremyâs spine. It was the Squipâs new way of shocking him. Except they were pretty much powerless thanks to the steady Red Mountain Dew diet and newfound self-confidence (from the great Michael Mell).
âAlso, youâre talking through your thoughts. Freedom of Speech doesnât apply here, Heere.â Squip laughed at their own joke. âOops. Move your hands.â The Squip poofed from in front of him.
âWhat?â Jeremy started to move his hands when the shutter in front of him opened.
The person behind the counter placed a bowl of ramen in front of him with his selected garlic, scallion, and sliced pork choices. âTanoshimu!â The male voice called from behind, before placing a pair of chopsticks and a fork at his side and closing the shutter.
Okay, so maybe this wasnât the pork flavored ramen he got at home, but damn did it smell delicious! Jeremy picked up the fork (even the Squip couldnât help him with chopsticks) and began to dig in.
âIf thereâs one thing you humans do well, itâs make food. Judging by the amount of dopamine in your brain, it tastes fantastic. Itâs almost like you were kissing Michael.â
Jeremy sputtered, almost choking on the noodle he slurping. âIâm eating here!â He thought angrily. Jeremy could hear the Keanu Reeves doppelganger laughing in his head.
âYou look as red as the lanterns in the lobby,â The Squip quipped. Jeremy groaned as he took another bite of pork. Why did it always do this?
âEmbarrass you? Itâs a form of revenge.â
âI wasnât asking you.â He grumbled out loud. A quiet giggle dragged him out of the conversation with his computer. Jeremy leaned back once more to see Christine laughing. âWhat?!â He asked, annoyed.
Christine covered her mouth, giggling. âA-Are you talking to yourself cause youâre so lonely?â
Jeremy put a hand over his chest, acting as though he was offended. âHow dare you! Talking to myself? Whatever could make me do that?â He held a confused face before letting his face fall. Christine got the hint.
âYikes. You donât think this place has Red Mountain Dew here, do you?â Jeremy gave her a look. âOkay, okay. Fair enough.â She shrugged before turning around. A murmur of talking ensued, ending with a mouthful of âwhat?!â
The squeak of the stool they had been sitting on could be heard as Michael made his way over. âYo dude, are you okay? Whatâs it saying? Do I have to punch it again?â The poor teenager was so worried he was looking in the wrong pouch for the Red Mountain Dew apple juice boxes.
Jeremy laughed, guiding his boyfriendâs hands to the right zipper. âIâm fine, dude. Itâs just being a nuisance.â And also teasing me about liking you.
âHe doesnât need to tease you about that. You show it anyway.â
Shit! Was that out loud?
âJeremy, youâre still doing it.â
âOh.â
The moment dragged on for a minute, just the two staring at each other beforeâŠ
âHere.â Michael handed Jeremy a juice box. He nodded, drinking some.
âJeremy, please reconsider this. You kno- oh! It hurt zzz when yo-oo! Ow! Jereeeeemeeeey.â The computer slowed to a stop leaving a distinct lack buzzing in Jeremyâs head.
âThanks, Michael.â Jeremy gave him a hug. It was awkward though, as he was sitting down and Michael standing in front of him. Michael let out a laugh, gently shoving him away.
âWeâre supposed to have no contact, remember?â Jeremy made a pouty face. Michael rolled his eyes. âHow could I say no to that?â He cupped his hand on Jeremyâs face, pulling him up for a quick, sweet kiss. Jeremy smiled.
âHey, you two!â A sharp, quiet voice came from their side. Both boys turned at the same time. The only problem with turning your heads at the same time is that they can impact. Hard. Christine sighed. âEven when youâre separated, youâre still adorably awkward nerds.â
Hey yâall! Quantum here. So I got good news and bad news.
The bad news is that weâre going to be on hiatus for drawing. Unlike most of the rest of the world, our school schedules continue until the last week in June. Plus, with important tests and work it can get very stressful. So Nano wonât be able to draw until the summer. And since we want to give you, our followers, the best quality content we can, we wonât be posting any mediocre ask responses. So sorry about that. We promise that as soon as everything blows over, this blog will be ready to roll out.
The good news is that I am going to be doing some other stuff on this blog. Iâm thinking I might start writing some stories or headcanons for this AU of the Squipâs survival process, and maybe even some side-ones that stray a bit. Who knows! I hope thatâll keep yâall entertained while we push through these last few weeks of the school year. If you guys have any writing prompts, feel free to ask them starting with QuantumWrites on it so I know itâs for me.
Thank you all so much for your support. It really means a lot to us that you guys are reblogging and liking our posts. I mean, 230 followers is a lot. So thank you all so much for that. Seriously. We want to continue giving you quality content and make sure you guys enjoy what we do.
tldr: Quantum and Nano have school so ask box will be closed and an art hiatus is happening. Also Quantum will attempt to write things.