#yeahahha

[eggzeroni]

DID THE SPEECH. AND A LOT OF DOODLES IN THE PAST FEW DAYS SO

DOODLE DUMP

[radf1sh]

my queen 👸

lowkey still figuring out how to draw her!!

wip below bc I kind of like it more🤕🤕🤕

[spicebushspeaks]

What kind of band class are you in? Concert, marching band, jazz band? I’m in concert band!

concert! We have so much in common already :3

[real-sun-wukong-fan01]

His heart pounds as he stares at the limp body of his old ‘friend’ laying on the ground. It’s too familiar of a sight for his liking. Wukong doesn’t move, feeling like his feet are frozen to the dirt beneath him.

Macaque groans quietly, his body shifting as he tries to get up. Blood is pulsing from a wound in the simian’s head, weaving through his thick fur to run down his face, dying the red fur a deeper crimson as it trickles into Macaque’s good eye. The air around them is thick and stagnant, as if the wind itself was holding its breath while the shadow-wielder struggles to stand. His glamour drops.

Now with his six ears revealed to any who watch, he manages to lift himself onto his fours. Sun Wukong hates the way fear looks on Mac’s face; He always has. The way he furrows his brows and his ears prick. But his Macaque never did that anymore. His Macaque never showed any vulnerability anymore.

It strikes the Great Sage at the same time it strikes his opponent: an overwhelming confusion. Macaque’s eyes go wide as he takes in his surroundings, panic evident in the way his eyes flit all over.

Until they land on him.

Then a look of pure relief washes over Macaque’s face. He opens his mouth to speak but only coughs. “Sun…”

The way he says his name is pleading, reaching out toward the golden monkey with wide, desperate eyes. “Help- I don’t..” Bewildered, Wukong stays put. “Where are we?..”

(this will be in parts so that i don’t clog the dash)

[tincyan]

I'm gonna play dangan ronpa tomorrow weeee

[waxingchaotic-blog]

*starts rapping*

literally the only people that never manage to wear me out after talking extensively are halie, wormy and dc

but its not bad that my other friends wear me out, ive had social issues since i was a baby and i come from two introverts plus im an only child who didnt have close friends at a young age

so like. if im talkign to you and i ignore you im probably just too overcome with life in general or i had to calm down and forgot to answer

i only want tons of attention from very specific people but in general im a solitary person if that makes any sense

i love all my friends with all my heart but theres a reason i cant constantly talk to everyone and its my fault and my hangups and nothing to do with how much i care about everyone, there are just some personalities i mesh with more in the ways of not being fearful