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Tadc oc that i made from a theory video I saw on tiktok :3
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Tadc oc that i made from a theory video I saw on tiktok :3
Heyo :3 just wanted to tell you're increadible and so cool uvu like everything of you :3
THANK YOUUUUUU (≧▽≦)(≧▽≦)
Armia's back is GONE again </3
Baby miles with his miles plushie
awaw... wait- isn't THAT- WAIT MILES NO NO- NOOO!!!!!!
NOOOOOOOOOOO STOP CHEWING ON IT!! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH PRICEY WAS THATT??! MIIILEESSS!!! YEYAAAAA MILES CHEWING ON MY PLUSHIEEEEEE!!!!
(I get overwhelmed when babies do that. THATS ANOTHER REASON WHY I HATE BABIES.. but I'm fine babysitting them ig)
Some of my opinions about Alan Becker Fandom/Universe:
• I think all of the hollow heads are brothers :V (TSC, TDL, TCO/No One, Victim/H4CK3R), and I kinda hate Chosen x Dark or H4CK3R x Dark... Or any ships between these 4, but I have NO HATE on anyone who ships them, I have completely no problem with anyone like that, but I just won't like the posts since I don't wanna see those ships more.. so yeah TvT
• Any stick figure can be any gender... There's things like headcanons exists, and I don't mind them being a girl, enby or a boy, anything really, I'll be calling them by that gender on that related post, also yeah they are all any gender to me B-3
• I think it could've been cool if Alan added fan made stick figures or oc stick figures.. so we could've seen more unique characters as background characters Qvq but I know hard it is to animate or even get requests for a big fandom so I understand why they don't do it
This is all for now... If you wanna know more ask! Like "Why do you hate Dark?" Or "Which stick figure is your favourite??" So yeah... Also I would like to hear your opinions too if you are interested :>!
I made another request... But the person who texted me either blocked me or I accidentally deleted our chat- if you're the person out there please contact me- I NEED TO KNOW-
I hate it when I do this:
I want to draw physically but I'm unable to do it ughhhh
Sorry for disappearing almost like 3 months so uh here some shit I did here...
Oc stuff... that is posted in a community.... so uhhhhhh yeah
Chapter 11 - I Like My Lembas Soft in the Morning
You sighed, your aching stomach grumbling for food as you trudged onward towards the river, your shoes sinking deep into the muddy ground.
You heard a smirk from Legolas, and turned to face him accusingly. You had been walking for the last six hours, and the sun was just starting to set beyond the trees, basking the forest in an orange glow, but still you refused to stop. Finding your dwarven companions was more important than resting at the moment.
"Hungry?" he asked you, looking down at you with amusement on his pale face.
You glared daggers at him, not in the mood to be trifled with.
"Just because I'm not some sort of freaky super-human who apparently doesn't need something as trivial as FOOD to survive..." you grumbled.
Feeling guilty for snapping at him, you looked up to make sure he was alright. It wasn't HIS fault he hardly ever ate, yet always seemed more energetic than you.
Instead if looking offended, as you had expected, he seemed to be biting back a smile, trying to not anger you further by laughing. It didn't work.
Glaring up at him, you rubbed your aching belly again, and snapped, "So do you have food or not?"
"You know, I could have you killed for speaking to me with such disrespect in Mirkwood. I am a prince, as you keep forgetting..."
"Bite me," you responded, walking towards a large rock and sitting yourself down on it.
Legolas' eyes widened at your words, before shaking his head and smiling.
"You're quite something, aren't you?"
You didn't answer, preferring to root around in the small bag Legolas had handed you for any sign of something to eat. You groaned as your hand hit a square-shaped package wrapped in leaves.
Of course. Lembas. What else?
Unwrapping the package, you pulled out the angular bread and looked up to see Legolas sitting next to you on the large boulder. It was big enough for the both if you to sit on, but Legolas' thigh rubbed against yours as he adjusted his position, sending a shock up your left side and causing you to take a small gasp. He looked over at you, confused, and you waved your hand dismissively, tucking into the bread to avoid eye-contact.
No. This was not happening. You were not getting a crush on this poncey arsehole. No way.
You shook your head in an attempt to regain your senses, and offered him a piece of lembas, trying to dispel the sudden feelings that had appeared.
"No thank you," he replied turning your offer down, "I do not need to eat as frequently as humans.
"Uh huh," you muttered, taking another large, crunchy bite.
You sat in silence for a while after that, you finishing off the last of the lembas and Legolas, sat rigidly, the wind blowing gently through his long, blonde hair.
Brushing your hands on your leggings, you stood up, took a deep breath and turned to face your companion.
"Are we going then?" you asked, the taste of the elvish bread still lingering in your mouth.
"Of course," he replied, and you turned to go.
Suddenly, a gasp of horror came from Legolas, and you spun around, hand on sword, looking to see what the matter was.
"You are hurt," he said, walking urgently towards you.
Assuming he was talking about your head wound, you pointed to your bandaged skull and replied, "No kidding. Nothing gets past you, does it?"
He reached you, and immediately, strong warm hands began to lightly run all over your body, searching.
You stepped back, your heart racing, holding your hand up in defence.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" you snapped, breath coming fast.
"You are injured and bleeding," Legolas replied, panic crossing his elven features, "I am looking for the wound so I may remedy it."
He resumed his search, his hands wandering over your torso.
"Woah, WOAH," you said, pushing him away, "What are you talking about?"
He looked at you with wild eyes, and pointed to the rock you had been sitting on. A small pool of blood soaked the light coloured stone where you had been.
Ooooh no. Nope. This was NOT happening now.
"Ah crap," you sighed. What you had mistaken for simple hunger pains in your stomach had turned out to actually be mother nature, bestowing her monthly gift. Your hand flew to your pocket, and you let out a sigh of relief as you realised you had adequate supplies.
"Please," begged Legolas, "Allow me to heal you."
"You don't need to," you replied, finally understanding, "I'm not hurt, I'm alright."
"(Your name), this is no time for chivalry." Legolas reprimanded, searching in his pack for his wineskin, to use as an antiseptic, "If you are injured I must see to it immediately."
"I'm FINE, Legolas, I assure you."
He rooted around in his pack, bringing out a large white bandage and a bottle of antiseptic fluid.
Rolling your eyes up to heaven, you decided to tell him the truth.
"Legolas it's just my period, don't worry."
The elf's face twisted in confusion.
"Your, your what?" he asked.
"You know," you replied, embarrassed, "Every month a woman gets it..."
His face still looked blank. Oh Valar, you were going to have to explain it to him...
"It's nature's way of telling me I'm not pregnant... every month, the lining of a woman's womb breaks down and exits her body as blood. It's nothing to worry about it's completely natural."
Legolas' eyes widened in realisation and he flushed a dark crimson, the colour contrasting sharply with the blonde of his hair.
"Your... your cycle?" he asked, nervously fidgeting with his bag, looking incredibly awkward.
"Uh huh," you replied, glad that he had finally got it, your face feeling hot with the embarrassment.
"Listen. I'm just going to go and, um, clean up..." you said, walking out into the trees, "I won't be long..."
"I'll, I'll stay here," mumbled Legolas, kicking the ground with his foot as you sauntered off into the trees, his face burning red in humiliation.
Were you EVER just going to have a normal conversation with this bloody elf?