#insert your character here

[lil-mushr00m]

Cg! Character is so used to feeding little! Character that when in public they unconsciously pull their plate over and begins cutting up the food and scoops up a little bite onto the fork before bringing it up to their littles lips, only to blink in confusion seeing their face beet red and everyone at the table staring at them.

And then the realization settles in.

"..."

"Why did you-"

"Don't."

[default-f0x]

The voices

They're speaking to me

They're telling me...

To go light a building on fire.

[aithusiel]

Intelligence is knowing a tomato is a fruit.

Wisdom is not putting tomatoes in a fruit salad.

Taste is finding [REDACTED] attractive.

[kymimi]

By My Hands

A angst fanfic that you can insert any character into this scenario

Their eyes widen as they realize what they had done. They didn't even know they did it until someone told him. For they still saw them and talked to them everyday like they were still there. Had breakfast, lunch, and dinner with them, but they weren't truly there. They were gone, and have been for a while. By their own hands. The only reason they found out is when they were being arrested for their murder. They were....well devistated to say the least, and still are....to this day.

[gogglleskun]

INSERT YOUR CHARACTER HERE

This is just for fun! Anyone is allowed to participate :]

SOME GROUND RULES:

-Please don't remove my watermark or alter my end! -Your end is not limited to being a Splatoon character! So go nuts! - Your outfit is black! A reference is provided in the third photo. - Keep the pose as the same as it is in the reference photo! - Facial expression on your end doesn't have to be kept serious! You can make your character smile n such if you want :] - You're free to DM me for a better/clearer version (since Tumblr may destroy the quality >:( ), I can send it thru email as well!

Any Questions? Feel free to ask!

[bokuto-simp]

Longing

As his skin smoothly glides against my own in the motion of his hand taking my own, I take a moment ot cast my gaze upwards towards his face. I bask in the sight of him, looking over the soft features that hide under his mask, knowing what his face looked like under the fabric, but longing to feel it against my own. I flick my gaze upwards to his eyes and take in how the light catches the color of his eyes. If he notices me staring, he doesnt make a motion to let me know, keeping his gaze forwards. As I tear my eyes away I wonder if my eyes and heart were playing tricks on me or if his gaze flicked towards me as I looked away. If I looked back would I catch his eyes? I wonder if he thinks of me the same way I think of him. Most people my age would have their thoughts turn perverse, but I can only long to gently stroke his cheek as I lean in to place a gentle kiss to his lips. I long to play with his hair at all points of the day, to hold him close to my chest and protect him from all that could harm him, knowing in the end, I am the biggest danger to him. My thoughts turn sour as I wonder how much of his perception of me is natural and how much is my own manipulations. I cant help what happens, manipulating people to see me how I want them to instead of how I actually am. To clear my mind I look back, his soft eyes hadn’t moved from last time I looked, I wonder what he think’s of. I wonder again if he thinks of me as I do him… no matter what I must protect him with my life, even if it means removing myself from it. My last breath will be singing his praise and my adoration of him, I will move mountains for him, I will live for him, I will do anything he asks of me. All in the childish hope he could look my way just once.

[asklaura-and-naki]

Little mistletoe fun ;D

Laura’s about the middle size of a filly/normal pone for height reference but COME GET YA SMOOCHES