NOT A SYS!!! 📜 - hello!! i'm Ody, i use he/she, i'm lesbian, and i'm a newgen homestuck fan :p — 🐟 ; HI. I'm Sona. He/him. I don't have an abt me. Yet. But I like self-inserts. Yippee-ki-yay (Previous tag was 🦇)
📜; sup it is i, ody. i'm 16, lesbian, genderfluid (she/he), and a hobby artist that draws occasionally. i MIGHT write something once in a blue moon but i can't promise anything lmaooo. i love love love making aus and ocs for the fandoms i'm in. i enjoy homestuck a lot. casual anime watcher, currently watching gachiakuta. i'm also into saiki k, mha, and jjk.
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🐟 : HELLO. It's me. SONA. Here's a more descriptive intro for me. I'm unlabeled, both gender and sexuality-wise, but, yes. He/it. I'm 15 y/o. I'm not that active here, compared to Ody, but... you'll see me in the corner of your eyes, lol.
Interests to note are:
No I'm Not A Human, Party Hard, Jekyll And Hyde Franchise, Waltz Of The Wizard, Noli Me Tangere & El Filibusterismo, My Hero Academia, Castle Crashers.
psa from the both of us:
DNI!!!!! IF YOU ARE: homophobic, transphobic, racist, hateful to any minority in general, and a proshipper
Months of absences and I return to tumblr with... Robloxians.
... AUghhhh I love my Player and Brad. They are so siblings... I WILL PROBABLY YAP ABT THE PLAYER LATER - [🐟]
I made my friend play castle crashers for the 1st time yesterday. She played as Pink. This is an artistic rendition of how I remember it going. -[🐟]
+ the concept of blue knight watching her through a voicecall lowk made me laugh. (Based on the fact that I watched her stream it on discord and bc *I* main Blue Knight)
I love headcanons where Blue Knight is Frost King's son SMMN. Here's my take on it where they're SOMEWHAT healthy, even if Frost King's still a jerk -[🐟]
+ Some of the current designs I have of the knights:
Guess who draws grayscale and doesnt ever finish their pieces and guess who draws w color almost all the time. Ur probably wrong... /silly - [🐟]
📜; sup it is i, ody. i'm 16, lesbian, apagender (she/he), and a hobby artist that draws occasionally. i MIGHT write something once in a blue moon but i can't promise anything lmaooo. i love love love making aus and ocs for the fandoms i'm in. i enjoy homestuck a lot. casual anime watcher, currently watching gachiakuta. i'm also into saiki k, mha, and jjk.
Tag navigation for my tags:
ody posts - my' posts
talking to the crew - just. text
odys art - my art
writing back - me answering asks
writing to home - my fanfic related posts
sharing with the crew - me reposting blogs
ody enjoys art - me reposting art specifically
🐟 : HELLO. It's me. SONA. Here's a more descriptive intro for me. I'm unlabeled, both gender and sexuality-wise, but, yes. He/it. I'm 15 y/o. I'm not that active here, compared to Ody, but... you'll see me in the corner of your eyes, lol.
Interests to note are:
No I'm Not A Human, Party Hard, Jekyll And Hyde Franchise, Waltz Of The Wizard, Noli Me Tangere & El Filibusterismo, My Hero Academia.
psa from the both of us:
DNI!!!!! IF YOU ARE: homophobic, transphobic, racist, hateful to any minority in general, and a proshipper
Jake English gets stabbed by a fucking sea urchin so he captures them and feeds the tinkerbulls their corpses
rating: General Audiences
tags: Day At The Beach, i wrote this at the beach after i got stung by sea urchins, Projection, technically, mighttt be ooc bcs of that idk, POV Second Person, Crack Treated Way Too Seriously
word count: 1.2k
author's notes: i wrote (and it posted on ao3) this last month when i was REALLY upset and decided to project that pain and get revenge through the one and only Jake English.
Your name is Jake English, and you've decided to take a dip in the beach of your island. The lusii seem to be off on the other side of the island, so you've decided to take advantage of that and have a nice day at the shore near your house! Good golly you're excited, it's been a while since you've taken a dip.
After quickly putting on your swimsuit — shorts and long sleeved shirt — and grabbing your supplies, you ran out your room to the seaside to avoid any stray lusii, you really don't feel like fighting them today, because your adventuring skills are needed elsewhere.
Whistling while you work, you lay down the piece of cloth and dump all your supplies on there. You can feel how hot it is now, the sun beating down on you and the warm sand seeping through your toes. Another reason to go swimming, you suppose. You turn around to take a look at the lusus empty sea and take a deep breath.
It's a beautiful day outside.
Slowly, you step into the sea, getting used to the startling cold of the water compared to the warm sand. It doesn't take long for you to adjust, and soon enough you are walking through the water trying to push against the current to go to a more comfortable depth.
That is until you feel a prick on your foot. Multiple pricks, actually. And all too sudden, you feel white hot pain on your foot. You stumble back in surprise and land flat on your butt. Standing back up, you try to look for the cause of the pricks. You shift your weight to your good foot as you do.
It’s hard to see through the blue-green water, but there, you can see spots of black. Sea urchins, many of them. “Bollocks, the entire seaside must be infested with them!” You think out loud, “No wonder most of the monsters moved”.
Limping, you walk back up to the beach. You wince as the sand makes the pinpricks of pain worse, but you endure it. Hopefully the wounds won’t get infected before you can treat them.
You put on your discarded slippers and ignore gathering the supplies in favor of just directly going up to your room. You can just collect them when you're better. What's important is that you treat your foot first.
“Okay Jake, you're almost there, you can do it!” You keep muttering to yourself as you trek up the hill. The pain isn't the worst, you can tolerate it, but you'd rather not have bolts of it go up your foot as you take a step.
You do eventually reach the top and enter your room. Honestly, there's nothing you would like more than to plop down and sleep it off, but honestly, the threat of an infection scares you.
So, you find the first aid kit where it always is (under your bed) and get to treating the wounds. For the first time, you take a look at your foot. You dust away the dirt and grime to take a better look at the wounds.
There are tiny black dots scattered around the bottom, and one long one at the side. Before you can think about it, you remove the spike still in the long one and toss it to the side.
Right, treating time. You open your phone to google about sea urchins.
It's been two days since the incident, and your foot doesn't hurt anymore. Which means, of course, that it’s action time. By action time you mean capturing those pesky seas urchins for revenge, of course!
You learned through the internet that they’re invasive, so you've taken it upon yourself to hunt them down and stop them from spreading any further.
It’s like you're the you're in an alien invasion! Except the aliens come from the sea instead of landing down from space in an awesome space ship. It's still exciting, though!
You grab some boots and gloves, left by your grandma of course. Unfortunately, if she had any spears or fish hunting gear, they would have blown up along with the rest of the house.
You would have used your guns, but then you'd have no way of grabbing them. So you settled on a pretty big knife. You still bring your guns though, you never know when you can use them! You also bring a makeshift net bag to carry them all.
Prepared and armed, you walk back down to the beach, waving at some tinkerbull lusii along the way.
You eventually reach the seaside, wasting no time to walk into the water. You snap on your goggles and dive down, taking a clear look at the seabed.
You blink at the number of sea urchins. There aren't too many yet, but if you leave this alone for too long, it may become a problem not even you can solve.
You take a few practice swings underwater first before stabbing them directly. Your first few tries were a little clumsy, not used to stabbing under the water. Sometimes the sea urchins don't stay on the knife, other times you can't get them off.
Eventually, with a bit of experimenting, you found a technique that worked for you. Before you knew it, your makeshift net bag was full.
You climb back up to the shore, wondering what'll you do with all these dead sea urchins. Eat them, maybe? you could use some more food.
Your musings were eventually interrupted by the shuffling of some leaves in the edge of the forest. Without a second thought, you used your free hand to get out your gun and aim at the source of the sound.
A pack of tinkerbulls came out from the darkness after a tense second and your aim faltered. you put your gun back and waved at the tinkerbulls, “Well hello there old chaps! What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
They usually stay within the forest, so you were curious at what brought them out. They flew over to you and sniffed at the sea urchins once they were close enough.
“Oh, do be careful! Those spikes aren’t a joke, you know!” You warned them before they got too close. They float back a bit, but stay close and peer curiously at the black spikes.
Suddenly, you get an idea. With your trusty knife, you stab one of them. The tinkerbulls float back in surprise. You give a quick apology for scaring them and crouch down to the ground, trusting the rocky terrain will stop the sea urchin from moving too much as you twist your knife to open it.
When you think it's open enough, you pull back your knife and admire your work. Almost immediately, a tinkerbull sniffs at it and tries the meat inside.
Without wasting a second, it immediately digs in. The other tinkerbulls notice and try to take a bite, crowding around the one actively eating. You laugh and reach for your makeshift net bag to open another one.
