#stuck?

[menkhubones]

Today I discovered that I can make my text tiny on discord and my first thought was "Homestuck except every time Hal types it's with the tiny text and it pisses everyone off." And then I got one (1) positive response so I made this

[shrillvoices]

"How I miss you (I Don't Even Know You)"

(yippee the fic i promised 2 weeks ago is finally being posted! I'm really unhappy with it, but I liked the concept. I don't think I got Gum-Gum's personality quite right- so any tips would be well appreciated. Enjoy!!)

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They hug. The two of them interviewed, lost in their own little world. Wrapped up tightly in eachother's arms and basking in the warmth it brings.

He's not jealous.

He's not.

He just wants what they have, wants to feel the sensation of gentle and delicate arms holding onto to him and pulling him close.

He wants a hug, he wants to be held and assured.

But he's not jealous.

Gum-Gum is not jealous.

He's not.

He's just finding it difficult to watch them be close in a way he never can, to watch them have what he so craves.

It reminds him of his own mother, the ome he never got to meet, the one he misses with his whole soul, his whole being.

The grip he has on his favorite axe grows looser, fingers slipping from their white-knuckled grip. The tips of his fingers run over the rough wooden handle, and he doesn't let it go. No, he keeps holding on, but it feels weak, it feels disingenuous.

He doesn't know why he's still holding on.

Deep umber eyes, glassy an unsure, glance over at Bart beside him, flicking over the smaller halfling's features.

Tussled hair, tanned skin, freckles spotting his face like stars in the sky and eyes oh so soft as he watched Guv and Pat.

Unnamed feelings swelled in his chest, swimming around in ways he can't quite place.

He'd always admired the presence Bart held, attention grabbing and confident in a charming way he was sure only Bart could pull off. He lit up any room he so much as glanced at with a charismatic smile and nimble fingers dancing over his lute strings. His presence was strong, loud, commanding, but also kind and loyal. Just like the person it belonged to.

Gum-Gum wishes he could be more like Bart.

Does Bart, Gum-Gum wonders, miss his mother? Does his heart ache for his family, too? A father, maybe a brother or a sister, or both? Gum-Gum's does. His heart ached so badly for her.

A selfish and soul-sinking part of his brain, a wretched little worm eating a hole through his ribs and into his heart, hopes that Bart misses his mother as much as Gum-Gum does. But he squashes that terrible worm as soon as it makes itself known.

He doesn't really feel that way about him.

He knows Bart. He knows him much better than he does the others. He knows he has a better chance of seeing his family.

He's not worried about Bart. Even as he watched the scene in front of them with glassy eyes.

Gum-Gum blinks and looks away, forcing himself to swallow the souring taste in his mouth. Bitterness pools in his gut- but he doesn’t let it go any higher. He looks for a distraction.

Beside him, in the corner of his eye, furred green arms cross themselves in what he could only assume is boredom and disinterest. Apathy.

Mudd was tall, he was stoic and nonchalant and always carried himself like someone with significance and importance would. Someone who knew their worth, and knew it well, and knew other's knew it, too. He was proud without being prideful, humble without being dismissive, caring without being overbearing.

Mudd was strong, unchanging and unflinching. He was impressive in both stature and character, a consistent constant in his life. A role model.

But his deep seeded admiration for the firbolg feeds into those dark shadows and buried insecurities that he's tried so hard to forget.

Gum-Gum wishes he could be more like Mudd.

The sacastic firbolg was never one for affection, he doubts he makes exceptions for family. Whereas Gum-Gum shows too much, cares too much, gets hurt too much.

Frustration and guilt tear at his insides, causing him to wince inwardly.

How long was this going to take?!

Gum-Gum shakes his head, (Stop), he thinks. Don't be mean. They deserve this.

He parts his dry lips just enough to take in a calming breath and-

Clink.

He hears a sound, like skin on metal.

Has that been going on the whole time?

Clink, clink, clink, clink.

Boots disturb the sand as their usually cocky owner adjusts their stance, pale green skin and white blond hair, watching impatiently. It snaps him out of whatever trance had been holding him.

Clink, clink-

Kyborg's long ears twitch as the gentle winds roll over the group, his calloused fingers tapping along his metal arm in a rhythmic pattern and cutting through the suffocating silence.

Clink, clink, clink-

On the surface, the archer seemed impatient, still full of adrenaline and itching to move, to do something- anything. But Gum-Gum has done a lot of observing. He's obseved, and watched, and memorized more than the others give him credit for. He knows the inner storm beating against the elf's heart, squeezing his lungs dry and making his mind spiral into an inky, black abyss.

Clink, clink, clink, clink-

Gum-Gum knows the elf deep down is beating himself up for things he could never change- or have.

Clink-

He knows kyborg misses his mother. This is a fact Gum-Gum is proud to know. Kyborg's the only person he'd share his dark, writhing secret with. His one and only confident. And Kyborg had confided back- let him know his feeling were shared and he wasn't a terrible person for sharing these feelings, letting them overwhelm him sometimes, or even feeling them at all.

Clink, clink, clink-

Those were things he'd only share with Kyborg.

Clink.

Not because the others wouldn't care, no not at all, but because they wouldn't (they don't his mind snapped) fully understand.

He misses his mother.

Can you miss someone you've never known? Mourn a loss you've never had? Is it moving on if you've never actually seen them?

They were questions he'd never been able to think of amswers for, whether they were unanswerable (or he was too dumb to think of them, his mind-worm supplied) or they would come in time, he didn’t know.

All he knows is that no matter what happens, he wants to love.

And he has a Dia-good family to start loving, here and now.

Gum-Gum gathers the courage to look at Guv and Pat once again- and feels a smile tug at his cracked lips. He feels happy for them. He'll get his happy ending one day, he just has to keep looking.

[doodleniella]

How to grasp Tsukki’s personality???? qwq

[jaxonkreide]

*sighs*

tumblr

just be honest, which word is it this time?

testing

...................................WHAT WAS IT THAT DIDN’T MAKE IT APPEAR IN THE TAG??????????

everything still hecking worked and then as a last-ditch effort I took out the crossed-out section again like I already did in the past once and it suddenly appeared in the tags?????

I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE NOT ALLOWING TO BE IN TAGS TUMBLRRRRRR

[moonlightusa]

It's Usagi's first day at her internship, and all seemed promising. Until she first laid eyes on her colleague. And it all went downhill from there.

 YES! I live for the AU stories. Thank you @mamousaweek for the prompt!! I thought it would be cute to put them in a working setting, giving them one hell of a first day to remember. 


Major kudos to @aurorafiberarts and her mad skills, catching my naughty errors xD And with a migraine?! Girl, you’re an angel!!!!!


And away we go!

[what-the-floofin]

Hi, I don't wanna bother you but do you still have that Gaster shimeji you were working on about 1, 2 years ago? What happened with it?

It got alevel of traction I was noooot anticipating – adding that to the fact I’d alreadyset myself some pretty high goals on what extra actions I wanted to include onthat shimeji, and it being my first ever dip into what was essentially a neatmuck around – kinda compounded against some good ol’ classic performance anxiety.It went from a fun side project to ‘oh my god people are waiting on this withsuch enthusiasm I am gonna fail everyone because it’s not good enough anymore’

Big bigmental drain, eventually preservation kicked in and I shunted it all aside fora long while – outta sight outta mind, y’know. I always wanted to go back andfinish it, but even now I can feel the niggle of queasy while thinking about doingso. Though it’s also been so long I’ve completely forgotten how to evencode shimejis and add that new stuff. I’d have to go back and relearn all ofthat business too haha.

 Anxieties area thing that happens and I’m trying to work through those when they do. It...can take me a long time, and I’m notoriously slow working in many things as itis. I’d like to do many more shimejisand share them freely – but that’s also the thing, I’m doing it freely and in my own time – and if itaffects me negatively I’m gonna step away from it

tl;dr it got put on the back burner bc I am a nervous mess

[citywitch64]

*remembers that I should probably do some actual witchcraft once in a while maybe*