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[ash-lien]

there comes a time in my tumblr posting where my obsession with the media i was obsession-posting about dies down and i start posting my ocs and flopping

and it seems that time has begun again

go on. look at his face and tell him he's flopping. LOOK HIM IN HIS BLIND EYES and tell him that the media doesnt like him. GO ON. DO IT.

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NEW EVAN REF

[buzzshaws]

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Heya I’m Buzzshaws!

I go by Buzz, Twyce, or any other nicknames yall can come up with! I believe sleep is kinda overrated/j

I identify as aroace and pan and my pronouns are she/they!

This doesn’t mean I can’t make sex jokes tho remember that IM ACEFLUX AND DEMIROMANTIC

Cough cough Two Time fictkin maybe mayhaps I mean what who said that i am very normal human who exists normally

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Kinlist/Yumelist

Kins!!

- Two Time (Forsaken; I suspect permashifted; Doubles iwc)

Yumes!!

- Azurewrath (Forsaken; Romantic; Doubles okay!)

- Artful (Die of Death; Familial(child); Doubles okay!)

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Fandoms!(ig)

-Dandy’s World

-Rain world(wawa)

-Hollow Knight(No mind to think)

-TNPLH(By @ash-lien, ask them not me)

-Solarballs(I will not post about it but yeah it’s there from like a few years ago)

-MLP(same as solarballs)

-Undertale/Underverse

-CRK(obsession)

-Wobbledogs(meow?)

-ACNH(I play it ig?)

-Forsaken(my friend made me play it and it’s pretty fun tbh I like the lore)

-Pressure(The drama was false,,,)

-idk anything else for now but uhhh there will be more

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Content:

-Art

-OC things ig

-AU creations

-gameplay recording/screenshots

-reblogging shit ig

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I’m one of the 3 people behind @dandys-world-reboot-au! :3

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WARNING:

-Cuss words n stuff

-may bring up dark/sensitive topics,

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DNI DNI DNI!!!:

-Racism

-Pedophilia

-Zoophiles

-Transphobia

-Homophobia

-idk ill add more later

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Mor Rules but specific??? I guess??

-Don’t become friends with me unless you’re okay with insult humor

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Sideblogs:

-Ask Bonbee and Friends! INACTIVE!

-Dandys World Reboot AU!

-Spectre’s World!

-The Headquarters! (OC ask Blog)

-Two Time RP blog

-Spectre RP blog

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Masterposts and stuff:

-Dandy’s Rainfall: A Rain World x Dandy’s World crossover AU

-Spectre’s World: A Dandy’s World x Forsaken crossover comic, Featuring 007n7!

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Contact Me!

My YouTube!

Discord Server

ArtFight

My *official* email is [email protected]! (Though it’s not officially connected to my YT, Tumblr, or TT accounts, it’s what I’m using for details that aren’t suited for my educational or personal matters.)(though, if you have to ask something please just DM me here ty!)

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Forsaken RP server 👀

We have like almost all the NPCs except like gift monster and stuf,, need survivors,,

Check out the Forsaken Roleplay Server community on Discord - hang out with 22 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

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Mootiesss!

@ash-lien @twomanyeyes @beth-bethar00 @nautilusinthedark @chunkie-soup @dennisd7231 @swapdoesthings @thelolpizzayummers @november32nd @fart-tart @flynn-stinkyfox @felixghostbr @goldentail-readswarriorcats @joen-lenawley @adam-w1nner

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Lovestruck Girl

Original OC Story by ash-lien.

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.

She can’t believe she’s doing this. Squatting in the dirt, desperately plucking at flower petals, trying to predict fate with silly schoolgirl superstitions.

Cherri wasn’t the superstitious type. She didn’t knock on wood whenever she “jinxed something.” She stepped on cracks all the time (though that might’ve been out of subconscious spite.) 

But this…

She wanted this so bad. Even if it meant embarrassing herself in the school gardens. Even if it meant acting like a little girl, a little girl she never got to be.

He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he lo—

“Cherri…? Is that you?”

Evan stood next to Cherri, foot right behind her. He must’ve bumped into her while she was kneeling, surrounded by the wilted forms of blossoms she’d picked. 

“Uh…y-yeah. What’re you doing here? It’s after hours.”

“I’m the president of the gardening club, this is practically my garden.” He jingled the keys in front of him with a smug smirk on his face.

She hated that stupid smirk. She hated his bright, unseeing baby blue eyes. She hated his soft white hair, his little laughs that sounded like falling drops of rain outside, his long fingers, his skin–

God, she loved him…

He loves me, he loves me not.

The last petal grazed her fingers, and she smiled harder than she could ever remember smiling.

He loves me.

He loves me.

“HE LOVES ME!!” She threw her arms up into the air, petals and stems raining down and getting stuck in her messy bun. The sky felt like it was cheering for her, sunlight hitting her face and warming her skin, almost as much as her heart.

“...Who does?”

“Who do you think, stupid!?” She glared at the boy she was falling for. Why him!? He’s so dumb, and oblivious, and moronic and…cute.

“I don’t know, Leon?”

“LEON MEYER!? EW, NO!!”

“Well I don’t know any other guys in our school!”

“He literally bullies you! Shoves you in lockers…can’t believe that cartoony crap actually happens here.”

“Oh, it only happens to me.”

Cherri scoffed, standing up and brushing dirt off her socks. “Yeah, ‘cuz you’re pathetic. Like a wet cat, soaked in milk.”

“Can I be soaked in pickle juice instead?”

“Point proven…ew…” She punched Evan lightly on the shoulders. He had barely changed from the odd little boy she met ages ago with tubes going through his nose, yet he was so different. His eyes were still bright and naive, but so much duller than they used to be.

“You seem hungry. Do you want some?”

“Huh? What?” ▄▋█▉▀▇ looked oddly at the little boy. ▄▋█▉▀▇ had seen him once or twice, in the dance class next door for the kids higher up. He was talented, and a lot of the parents whispered about him to their kids.

“I said you seem hungry. I can hear your stomach from here. And my mama always says a fed child is a happy child.” The boy held his arms out until they touched the bench, before pulling himself up. His legs, seeming so graceful through the windows looking into the classrooms, awkwardly kicked and wiggled as he finally sat down.

Mom said to not take food from strangers. Mom said not to talk to strangers.

But the food looked so good…and it’s been days.

“Okay…” ▄▋█▉▀▇ reached out a hand to grab one of his sandwiches. “Thank you…”

▄▋█▉▀▇ looked up into the boy’s eyes. Blue, like dazzling lapis jewels. They didn’t see, ▄▋█▉▀▇ knew that much. But it was hard to ignore those eyes, those shining sapphires in the morning sun.

One look at those eyes and ▄▋█▉▀▇ knew they would do anything to protect the boy. A buzzing feeling spread across their chest, and they wanted to grab those sapphires and make them theirs. 

“I’m Evan, by the way! Evan Schäfer Ellington!”

“...I’m ▄▋█▉▀▇ Jones.”

The boy—Evan—stuck out his hand, slightly pudgy with baby fat and sticky from sugar. ▄▋█▉▀▇ own, skinnier, bone thin hand wrapped around it.

“Your eyes are like jewels…”

“What?” 

“Nothing! Stop poking your head in my business!” She threw old flower stems out at his face, purely out of instinct.

“Why have you been so weird around me lately…?”

“I have not!” Cherri, for this one moment, was secretly glad that Evan couldn’t see. She was so pink right now…To be fair, she already wore a very pink blush, but this was clearly not caused by any amount of makeup.

They sat in silence for a little longer. Cherri’s eyes naturally drifted to Evan’s hands, gripped around a spade. His grip was strong enough to pierce dirt, yet gentle enough to grow flowers. She wanted those hands to wrap around her own—goddamnit. Luna would never let her live this down if they ever found out.

She was being so embarrassing.

But those petals rested in her hands, the ones she’d picked.

The ones that told her he loved her.

…She’d do ten embarrassing things if it meant he really did love her back.

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gramma was an alcoholic

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It's Just a Cup.

Original OC Story by ash-lien. TW for themes of child abuse (physical and mental) and PTSD flashbacks. I myself have never gone through these things, I am relying on the research I have done. If this is inaccurate in anyway, please kindly tell me and give me constructive criticism.

“I’m kinda thirsty, I’m gonna go get a drink.”

Cherri stood up from her spot on the red-and-cream colored rug, momentarily abandoning the game of UNO currently sitting in front of them.

“Sure, go ahead, take anything you want from the fridge.” Amber pointed at the refrigerator next to the stovetop. She was spread out on the couch, observing her cards with a focused gaze. Cherri had stopped trying mid-round. She already knew Amber was going to win anyway.

She walked towards the fridge and opened the door, cold air hitting her face. The insides were filled with various food items, leftovers Amber had plastic-wrapped and kept in the fridge, pre-prepared lunches for Star with a sticky note on them. The drinks were in the back, spread out in every color of the rainbow. 

Truth be told, Cherri was still getting used to a full fridge. She had memories of reaching into the empty one in her house for plain cheddar cheese. It was a good snack. She still ate it like that, cold and tinged with the taste of musty refrigerator-air. Sometimes, there’d be a tortilla in there, and she could make a microwave quesadilla. She could imagine Luna’s disappointed expression already, but there wasn’t much else to eat.

“Uhhh…what can I take?”

“I said you could take anything. Also, uno.”

“I’ll…just pour myself a glass of water.” Cherri grabbed a cup from one of the cupboards high up, filling it with the weird freaky water-pouring machine that was part of the fridge. Where did the water even come from?

After a few minutes of tapping random buttons and messing around with the machine, she managed to get the blasted thing to work.

Cherri turned around to return to the group. “I’m ba…” Her voice faded as she watched Luna tackling and punching Amber on the couch.

“Why are you hitting me!?”

“Stop winning! It isn’t nice!”

“It’s not my fault I’m smart!”

“YOU SOUND LIKE DERRICK!!”

Evan was rolling around and giggling on the floor, his laughter music to Cherri’s ears. She hadn’t seen him so happy in a while. She hadn’t seen any of them so happy in a while. They really were just three troubled teenagers. 

She smiled lightly, leaning on the kitchen island—

And the cup slipped from her hand.

She reached out to catch it, but it just kept falling, falling, falling—

Crack.

“▄▋█▉▀▇, what the fuck did you do this time!?”

Shards of glass rest on the ground. Two small feet rest next to them, bleeding slightly from small cuts. Look what you did, ▄▋█▉▀▇.

“I—I’m sorry mama, I’ll clean it—”

Pick up the glass. Pick it up now, quickly, before she raises her hand.

Don’t look up. Don’t look her in the eye.

“You don’t appreciate any of the things I give you.”

“I do, I swear!”

The shards and the words sink into your skin. They sting. 

You’re moving before you can register it. Grab the paper. Wipe the juice before she can say any more. You don’t want to hear it. You don’t want to hear her.

“You hate me, don’t you!? I give you juice, you drop it. Stupid child.”

“I love you mama, I really do—”

The paper soaks up the orange juice, like a nice warm hug. You want a hug right now.

You don’t know what you’re doing. You don’t know how to clean the floor. You’re only six. 

“No you don’t. You’re ungrateful, you little brat.”

“I—”

She walks closer. Her hand raises. Her hand raises. You can’t look up. You know what’s going to happen next. All you can do is shy away—

“CHERRI!”

It’s cold.

Wet.

…Smokey?

A scent of smoke fills Cherri’s nose. She used to smell like smoke. The whole house used to smell like smoke, really. Was she moving? She couldn’t really tell. Her hands were wet, and her wrists were sore, and she seemed to be kneeling, but all she could smell was smoke. 

It made her sick. Nauseous.

The smell of smoke makes you sick. You hate it. Everything smells like smoke. The couches, the beds, the toilets. You can’t wash it off.

You wander around, hunger being the only thing on your mind. You’ve already checked the fridge. And the front door’s locked. You can’t sneak out this time.

“▄▋█▉▀▇, come here, will ya?”

You stiffen subconsciously.

“Yes, mama.”

Your eyes water as you enter the living room. The smoke is even stronger. You want to gag. You can’t.

“Come closer, you dumbass.”

So you step closer.

She pulls something out of her mouth. There’s more smoke coming out of it, but you stand still.

Her hand comes near, but it isn’t raised. That’s good. As long as it doesn’t rise.

She rams the end of the smoking stick into your arm.

“OW!”

You yelp. You don’t mean to. You look up, you hope she didn’t hear it.

“Be quiet, you little shit!”

She darts her eyes to the window, as if she’s scared, as if she’s as scared as you are right now, and you take the chance to look down at your arm. There’s a small mark, red and raw and burning, brighter than the dark purple bruises that litter the rest of your body.

She looks back at you, and holds the stick up. What’s wrong with her face? It’s all…muddled. Blurry. 

She’s going to do it again. You want to run. You should run.

“Stay still.”

Cherri?

“And don’t be a whining bitch about it this time.”

Cherri, what’s wrong!?

“Mama, I don’t want to…”

Cherri, what’s wrong!?

“I don’t care, ▄▋█▉▀▇.”

“CHERRI!”

Luna’s face fills her vision and she feels their hands on her shoulders.

The weight grounds her.

So does the cold marble floor.

So does the ice water soaking into her hands.

She looks down. A shattered cup rests on the ground.

“What…?”

“OH THANK GOD, YOU’RE OKAY!” They’re…crying? 

“Why are you crying?” She wraps her hands around them, feeling their dead, fried, over-bleached hair on her arms.

“Why are you crying?” Amber sounds more confused than anything, but there’s a poorly hidden twinge of concern in her voice.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I’m not—” She reaches up to touch her face, and it’s wet. Really, more of an annoyance than a concern. She wasn’t looking forward to having to redo her makeup.

“Is my mascara ruined?

“IS THAT WHAT YOU’RE WORRIED ABOUT RIGHT NOW!?”

“I don’t even know what happened!”

Amber hit Cherri’s hand slightly with a broom. “Move your hands.” She started sweeping the shards of glass away. “You started getting all panicky after you dropped the cup. Crying, shaking. Mumbling something in a language I don’t understand—”

“Mumbling something in German.”

“Oh my GOD, we get it Evan, you miss Germany.”

Amber continued to sweep in silence, and Cherri felt a sense of discomfort settling in her chest. And embarrassment. She couldn’t believe that happened, that she just broke down like that. She thought she’d already moved past all that, the flashbacks and the nightmares and the crying and shaking. She was supposed to be the friend that comforted people, the one the rest of them looked up to, an example for a healed person. Not…whatever that was.

“If you’re worried about money, it’s not a problem. I have enough to buy, like, six thousand of them.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…”

“It’s just a cup, Cherri.”

Cherri shifted in her spot. Did she really have to get into this? Now? Couldn’t Evan tell them? He was there, he already knew everything anyways.

She looked to Evan, at the uncomfortable expression spreading across his face, another secret he had to hide building up at the tip of his tongue.

No.

She didn’t have to tell them. 

Cups shatter every now and then, but they can be taped back together. A broken glass can still be used.

“...Yeah. It’s just a cup.”

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